I'm trying to break myself of using the F-bomb...

but it's terribly difficult on days like this.

I sat at the mechanic for 4 hours. He called the insurance for authorization to fix my heater. They denied me.
So.
Called Dad who said: "hope you get used to that blanket"
I paid $97.50 for a diagnostic.
To find out that it will cost $641 to be fixed
even though it isn't fixed
4 hours of my life were wasted
and that it won't get fixed anyway.

Looks to be a long winter.

Then Kurt called.
I told him to hurry up and get to the point of his story (to be honest he was babbling and getting off on tangents). This did not go over well. I felt bad. So rarely he wants to share about his day and then I shut him off. *sigh* My patience is gone for the day though.

I cried. And then wrote out the check for rent. AGAIN. When will it end?


In a little bit of happier news, I got this today. Shut up, you, it makes me smile. A little.