So how the hell...

Do you get rid of a car you're leasing?

Anyone know?

The best I can figure is to get someone else to take over the lease, but I don't even remotely know how that's done.

*sigh*

Must do drastic cutting back of expenses. Shoulda done that months ago, but denial ain't just a river in Egypt, apparently.

The car is, of course, the main expense. The lease plus the insurance and all that. Ayoye, as the local expression would have it.

Also, will have to look at Bell Canada bill and see if it's really meeting my needs. I think I took only a basic package, but it seems very expensive anyway.

*twitch*

I want to believe that the internet is not a luxury, but it sort of is, isn't it?

*sigh*

At least, this one month of free high-speed is a luxury.

*pout*

I then get three months at the same price as my old dial-up, as a special deal. So, I break even on that score. I don't know if I should keep the internet because it's good for looking for work, or if I should ditch the internet because it's too much of a distraction and costs a lot of money, relatively speaking. Not compared to the car, mind you, but it still adds up over the months.

My online games, while really special to me, shouldn't really be a consideration if I keep things in their proper perspective. If I want to not declare bankruptcy in the next few months, something's gotta give.

*kicks wall in frustration*

Weird...

So I took the belief-o-matic quiz...

( and apparently I should be a Quaker )

Mais qu'est-ce que Dieu foutait avant la création?

My uncle's radiation therapy has apparently been moderately successful. That's my mother's brother, who lives in Connecticut and has been suffering from MS for the past forty-odd years. He was diagnosed with lung cancer last year and given about six months, but now they're saying maybe two years thanks to this latest treatment.

I don't know if this is a good thing. The man is seventy years old, and can barely lift his hands anymore. He can't hold a spoon to feed himself. Now, thanks to the radiation therapy, he's too weak to talk for more than a few sentences at a time, and it's affected his voice so that he can barely speak above a whisper.

They're still giving him cigarettes to smoke, too, which boggles the mind in many ways, but it's not my decision to make, I guess. His wife bought him a carton. Makes you wonder whose side she's on. :P

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My other uncle's surgery is scheduled for a few weeks from now. That's my father's younger brother (well, one of them: he's got three), who has some as-yet-to-be-properly-defined brain problem which is like an aneurysm but isn't quite an aneurysm. Apparently it's a hemorrhage forming a pool of blood on the brain, and said pool of blood can continue to expand unchecked and cause all sorts of problems. Then again, this is all second-hand information that I got from my father, who once again was in full-fledged denial mode and couldn't remember the name of the beast but affirmed that it was nothing he'd ever heard of.

He still hasn't told anyone in the family about the surgery, although when he appears with huge scars in his head a few explanations may well be in order. I guess we'll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it.