It's Dead, Jim.

The car won't move this morning. Same old thing! Two weeks they had the damn thing and couldn't find whatever the real problem is. Time to find a new car and a new mechanic. Neither one of which I can afford since a new car will mean a loan and a new garage won't let me pay over time. Argh!

Triskadecophobia

Today was almost enough to make me believe in Friday the 13th. Not only did my car refuse to move, requiring me to take the bus to work. Halfway to work, the bus started leaking coolant. Luckily, there was a second bus just a few minutes behind us. I was only two hours late for work.

Usually, friday is a blah day because I have to take inventory and I hate standing in refrigerators and freezers trying to count stuff and make my handwriting legible enough for the lady in the office. Today, it wasn't as bad as everything before work.

For high points, I got a gift certificate for a music store - if I can find a way to get there, it being three cities away, and I bought myself an old Bill Cosby album on the way home - just because I need cheering up. (Bill Cosby: Right, for those of you who just need to know.)

Oh, and it's payday. Yippee! I get to pay bills and go shopping. If I can figure out how to get groceries home with no car. See how everything circles back to that? It's so annoying.