Day 101. 74 pages, 33,121 words.
Bloody Hell, I’m out of time. I’ve got to get to Itis to hitch a ride with Mr. BRKN to retrieve my car from the mechanic.
The Volvo, who I believe we lazily nicknamed Börge, is dead on its wheels. Not entirely sure what happened to it, but its coolant tank started to run dry again, and mystery-moisture began puddling in the driver’s side floor. This was traced to a leak that was too inaccessible to repair for less than a couple of thousand.
So now, in accordance with my earlier resolution not to keep throwing money at this thing out of a misguided belief that “one more repair and it’ll be fine for years to come”, it looks like we are in the market for a new (or decent used) car. Oh well. It was good while it lasted, Börge, but you are incontinent now. And unlike me, there’s no recourse to a colostomy bag.
 Although apparently our mechanic has put sealant in the coolant system that should hold the pipes together and stop the leaking, and this apparently worked for another Volvo sufficient to keep it running for several years, so … I don’t know why they don’t just build the cars like that in the first place. I’m probably missing something important.
Tomorrow, if all goes well, I’m hitting Jumbo with my lanttumies and doing some preparatory shopping for the bash at Bar Äijä’s on Friday night, and we may or may not also be seeing the new Spiderman movie.
In the meantime, here’s those PC specs I was promising.
Don’t know if Speccy’s general view tells you anything. It certainly tells me nothing. Oh wait, look, I had my random-note-scribbling USB stick in for file-swap purposes, and I was charging my iPod. So yeah, that checks out.
So, that was Wednesday already, apparently.