I can't believe I'm thinking this, but.

- I just got my investment report from the bank. I have about five hundred dollars more than I thought I did.
- The credit card is paid off.
- I'm on nights. This makes getting home difficult. (To the tune of 'fourteen dollar cab ride if I can't bring myself to bug strangers for a lift'. This negates working that last hour and a half, really.)
- Getting to work on time via bus means roughly an hour and a half of hanging around at various places.
- Rent-a-Wreck is selling off a whole whack of cars. They're not new cars, so won't be outrageously priced, and have been rental vehicles, so they'll have been well-looked-after.
- Having a car would save me an hour and a half a day in hanging-about-waiting time. Spend half an hour of that on overtime, and voila! gas and a bit. (and before anyone goes, "do too much overtime and you'll burn out", keep in mind that this overtime would give me an hour's extra leisure time per day. Worth the tradeoff.)

So today, I am going to the bank to do banky math things. If the banky math things work out, tomorrow I'll call around insurance companies and get quotes on what a 3-5-year-old Corolla equivalent driven by someone who's got six years' driving with a clean record (one accident, which I wasn't at fault at) would cost me. If THAT works out, I'll head down to the car lot and find myself a 3-5-year-old Corolla equivalent.

I think.
Maybe.

Whoops.

Dear various and sundry relatives;

It is marvellous of you to send me greeting cards for Easter and for my birthday. I get a real kick out of it.

However, they tend to arrive at around the same time.

It would be lovely if they could therefore be marked "Easter" or "Birthday".

Love, Em

(Also: Dear Grandma; thanks very much for the ten Euros. I'll spend them on something frivolous when I go to St-Pierre this summer!)