Life Sucks
and then you die
Sitting here at my apartment, waiting to get a call telling me what is wrong with my car. It broke down Saturday night on my way to the liquor store, and I haven't been able to start it since. I hope that it gets fixed early enough for me to at least go in for half a day of work today. I hate calling in, since it makes me feel irresponsible, though I obviously know I can't do anything about my car being broken down. Fuck!