Fuck
I came home last night to do some sewing. I didn't like the way my first Rocky costume fit, and I wanted to make something that I didn't hate so much. On the way home my fucking car broke down. I should have it back some time today, but it's going to cost me about two hundred dollars, plus tax. Not only that, but I have three classes today--I think have an exam in one of them. Luckily that one is the last of the three, so I have the best chance of getting there... but fuck. Just fuck.