Cars, computers, and money.

What do they all have in common? The depths of stress and angst to which I am plunged when I'm having issues with them.

I apologize again to everyone I snapped at (or seemed distant to in an attempt not to snap at them or start crying into their drinks) this weekend as I dealt with the second most annoying car I have ever had the displeasure of driving.

And I think I forever shattered whatever sweet-girl-who-never-swears image that a lot of people were holding of me whenever I could hold it together long enough to tell them of my car troubles Saturday night. Min Jung, Sarah and Jane, thanks for listening.

And there's some sort of snaill/slug in the car I drove into work today. The trail it left all over the passenger side of the car was enough for me. I will never drive a "Bug" again. Blech!