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My urpiness yesterday went from 'strange' to 'very unpleasant' and I bolted home. More accurately I called hub and asked him to take me home. But we still managed to take my car to the Firestone, which sucks because I had an extremely wonderful mechanic. Sadly, he'd retired, but I heard that he started working again- but can't seem to locate him. *weep* So Firestone says I need about $950 of work; I talked them down to $450 ($50 more than I paid for the car when I bought it) and will pick it up on the way home from work today, hopefully. Bleh.

Now, my stomach is roaring and squishing just like it was yesterday, so loud I wonder if people in the cubicles next to me can hear it. I hope things stay just noisy and don't get nasty.

I got just about everything ready and started packing, but had 3 loads of laundry to do so I will finish up tonight. Bob has kindly agreed to take me to the airport so hub won't have to take off work.

Bolt has been acting his old self again- he's affectionate and wants fish food again. *whew*