Alrighty, then. I'm fully two feet and six beers in, and I am good and ready to admit what's been going on.
It's Nov 6, and since Oct 25, I have been fighting with my car. It's dead now, and I don't know why. I've walked to work for exactly six days, and I'm not happy about it.
This is going to be tough, coming out completely coherent, so excuse the mistakes. I'm pretty fucking pissed off about it, but there's really nothing I can do. I was $300 in the hole this time around, and when I got paid, I still have to pay rent + amenities ($600), other bills ($150), so that leaves me with about $20 this time around, and no, I DON'T want to discuss where it's all going. The fact that I'm able to make it up and down the stairs to peepee is about as good as it's going to get right now.
It's actually quite a bit more involved than that, but that's all I really care to say right now. That, and I'm pretty fussed that I polished off a whole six-pack and don't have the totality to make it to the grocery store to get something else.
So, I guess that means I should go to bed. Because I DON'T have to work tomorrow, and I'm very glad.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that everything for Halloween fell apart, much to MY dismay. &=(
Right now, I'm going to lay down and watch Lucy: Daughter of the Devil, and drink the backwash from the bottles that are sitting around my bed - that's how very lame I am right now. &=(
If I smoked, and there were cigarette butts laying around, I'm pretty sure I'd be eating those, as well....