The panelbeaters assure me that I will have a rental car to drive tonight or Monday. I am twisting their arm to give it to me today, as they are keeping Suzie for at least three more weeks. That will bring the grand total to 5 weeks, and I imagine that for some reason it will be dragged out for another.

6 weeks without a car is a real drag.

I have no idea what the rental will be, all I know is that it will be automatic. And probably nowhere near as cute. I guess cuteness isn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. Being able to leave my house is.

I have just over a week to go before I have my big recording session, and the nerves are settling in nicely. I’m also feeling exhausted at the moment, which always makes me worry that I’m getting sick. So I panic that I’m not going to have a voice on the one day that I have organised everyone around, and the big expensive day is going to turn into a depressing, expensive disaster.

I love how neurotic I am. Truly.

Either way, it’s time to start taking preventative measures, and happy pills. Oh wait, I don’t take happy pills. Maybe chocolate will do the trick?