Atomictumor

Man, stress is getting all up on me lately.  All up on me.

Lemme lay it down:

1. Got the car, loving it, but dealing with a slight case of post big purchase jitters (was it worth it/did i really need to buy it/could i afford to get rid of the van/etc).  Additionally, the purchase of the car was holding other demons at bay, to an extent, in that it was giving me something to look forward to, something to plan, think about, blah, for the past several weeks.  It was a big project, and it is now over.
2. Nothings really taking its place.  Yesterday, MastaG and I played the Ebay game on a couple of transformers alternators.  He forked over the money for one, and I’m giving the other to Pigpen.  One we got 10 bucks under store price, the other, a rare one that he was REALLY wanting, we got for twice store price (including shipping).  The fact that you can’t find it in stores is a consideration, and he did pay for it himself, but I still feel like a rube for spending the money.
3. I’m afraid that I feel a couple of Jones coming on - one is that my noggin really wants to start smoking, just for the stress relief it gets.  Those cigars work, but I haven’t been having that peaceful feeling at night lately.  I admit, I had a couple of coffin nails at work over the past week, and they’re tempting.  I refuse to start smoking, because I’d lose MastaG’s respect in a big way, and because I don’t want a back monkey.
   I’m also afraid that I’m going pick up a shopping jones.  I bought that monitor last week, and hooked it up yesterday, and yes, its beautiful, but its making me realize how much I need a new video card.  If I need a new video card, I’ll need a new processor to keep it company.  I’ll need a new motherboard to fit the kind of processor that has a good deal right now (looking at the Athelon X2 3400 for those keeping score).  I’ll need more memory, because I just have a half gig now, and thats downright insulting.  There goes $500.
   I can afford it, sure, but I don’t think I should afford it.
4. The car loan is giving me trouble, which is the immediate cause of my stress today.  I got approved for $12000, but because I forgot the difference between paying off and trading in the van, had to borrow $13.6.  I told the finance guy this, but he said it wouldn’t be a problem, if the bank that approved me can’t do it, he has backup lenders that match the rate.
   Looks like the bank doesn’t like it, according to my gal.  So who has the loan?  Whats the score here?  Meanwhile, BJ’s weregild is coming in soon (it was approved last week), so its kind of a moot point, because no matter who has it I can pay off the big chunk, and refinance the rest through the bank, but still.  Ug.  It sucks, and I’m stressing.
5. I told a friend last night that I feel too narcissitic talking about myself here.  I’ve been clamming up again, like I did back in December (I think its a male PMS thing, frankly), and I’m not comfortable with that. Depression?  Maybe.  Last night looking at the sky didn’t do me much good, I kept looking at the ground.

Whats a boy to do?  There isn’t an answer that you folks could give me that’d help, but I figured I’d vent anyway.

Lets go back to talking about Eaves’ cervix again, instead…