In grad school i had a measurement of frustration: the cave/goat level. This reflected how much i wanted to give up and go live in a cave with just a goat for my companion.
Today, i've reached a cave/goat level not seen since grad school.
Another car bit the dust today. That's someone else's story to tell. My car needs a headlight and some oxygen thingee that makes the check engine light come on. Many dollars are needed for this but not particularly available. But its drivable for the moment; this is different than the state of your other car.
I'm incredibly out of sorts right now.
Everytime we pull ourselves out of a horrible sinkhole just a little bit something else explodes. We're not living hand to mouth, we're living emergency to emergency.
Blegh. I'm sure it will all work out and i'm sure i'll feel silly about this post in the morning.
But right now it sucks royally.