14 Days of Hell

isn’t there a song about that? or is that 13 ACRES of hell?  sounds vaguely Rob Zombie-ish …

but i digress …  or, rather, i think i’m stalling.  on some level, i don’t think i want to go through all of this again …

my car croaked friday.  right in the parking lot of the fitness center.  i drove it there without a problem, and when i came out from my satisfying workout, it wouldn’t start.  i have spent the last four days trying to find a bloody distributor assembly, and the bloody mechanic wouldn’t tell me what kind i needed.  so i got the part # from the dealer, and now i’m taking my bloody car somewhere else!!!!  *pant pant pant*  i’ve made so many phone calls in the last two days alone that i might have finally made it worth us having a 1000-minute plan.

and now, i must go rescue my car.

pray for me …

{runs away screaming}