And then my car died again. FOR THE THIRD TIME. So I ordered pizza and breadsticks.

Seriously, I think the repair man wants to watch the world burn. I've already spent $700 getting it repaired and now he says it must be my torque converter clutch, which sounds incredibly expensive. And Mr. Buttcheeks is gone all week for a work trip. Luckily I only live a few blocks from work and the grocery store but it's -13 degrees and snowing and my boots are being repaired and OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY IT NEEDS TO BE FRIDAY.