So someone broke into my car this weekend. Thankfully what could have been a big deal turned out to be a minor inconvenience. The insurance paid to fix the window and the only thing the thieves got was a broken GPS.

My car ended up needing a $1500 repair this weekend, so I'm offering custom poems, short stories, or whatever else you can think of to try to raise the money to pay the bill. Go here if you think you can help.

Ok, so I just found out that the little problem where my car has started taking two tries to start in the morning was actually a symptom of a much larger issue to the tune of around $1400. I don't have $1400. What I have is an awful lot of debt and an uncertain job future. Since I absolutely need my car, the $1400 is going on the credit card, ( Read more... )

Luck? Notice anything about our luck lately? Some kinda pattern?*sigh ( Read more... )

* I just had to pay a $100 diagnostics fee to find out the problem with my car was a $40 gas cap. Figures.

* In the last 72 hours, I have had about 10 hours of sleep. I'm getting really sick of this.

The "check engine" light in my car came on yesterday. As if I need another expense. *sigh* Guess I'll have to have it checked out this weekend.

So this morning I get out to my car and there's a nice big crack in the windshield. Apparently it was hit by a rock and I didn't notice, and last night it got cold and the crack expanded. It's too big to repair, so someone's coming this afternoon to replace my windshield to the tune of $267. *sigh*

When it rains, it pours.

So, a tire blew on my car yesterday. So instead of going home and resting like I wanted to, I got to limp my car to the garage, with irate rush-hour folks behind me, and then pay money I don't have to get my tire replaced.

On the other hand, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn finally arrived, so I can get back to reading it tonight.

So when I bought my car, they gave me my key on this fancy little spring-loaded keychain thingy with the dealership logo on it. I attached it to my hunk o' keys and didn't really think more about it. Yesterday, I went to check my mail, taking my keys with me, and walking across the parkinglot to the other side of the complex past the pool where ( Read more... )

It figures that on a day when I'm exhausted and just want to go home, I find my car has a flat tire which delays my departure 45 minutes and puts me smack in the middle of the rush hour I *usually* avoid by going home at 4pm.

I'm even too tired to think about watching the lovely Johnny Depp movie that showed up from Netflix today.