Sure, some of my regular readers are thinking this would be a good time to talk about my birthday. It certainly would, but I have immediate and angsty issues to go into.
First of all, close to home, the truck needs $700-ish worth of immediate repair. Further, I get to ride public transport while the truck's in the shop! And the buses stop running by work at 5 and I have to work until 7 tomorrow. That means that I get the distinct honor of walking half a mile to an even less attractive part of the neighborhood and waiting for an hour for the late bus. The trip will only take about an hour and a half and two transfers. I'm seriously considering calling off.
Do you like my brand new huge happy hat? I bought it just for the occasion.
Actually, you know what? I'm so depressed about this situation that I can't even joke about it.
Fuck.
That's it.
I'm fucked and really don't have the strength to deal with it right now.