They've given me a rental, but no one will look at my car until Monday. I'm starting to worry that my car will be totaled and I'll have to get a new one and I cannot afford car payments. Why spend all weekend worrying about something that might not happen? Why the fuck not? It's what I do.
Things do tend to look worse in the light of day, no?
I feel like such a fucking asshole for whining about this. There are people with much bigger problems out there. Yet, here I am, bitching and complaining. Why? Um, I already told you -- I'm an asshole.
At least I won't have to skip the gym this weekend or get around on the bus in the butt-ass cold. And I can get to work on Monday. Oh, our awesome new president ended the global gag rule today, too. Sweet!