So, Wednesday didn’t get much better. Amanadapants was kind enough to pick me up and drop me off @ the car place. Once there, it started raining, and I knew D was riding home. Wonderful. When I went to pay - they wouldn’t let me use D’s credit card, and mine was expired. So it came out of our very teensy bank account. The great thing is that the heater is working. The shitty part is that we found out our breaks are toast, the car needs a tune up, and our battery was about to die. Groovy. Thanks for the cheery info. I headed home in rush hour traffic. I hate driving when it’s busy. Oh, and I didn’t have my ipod in the car so I tried to find a good radio station. There are a lot of Jesus channels here. Creepy.

D called. After riding up the hill twice on his way to work (he got turned around), his feet couldn’t take the cold and his legs were exhausted. I headed to Beaverton with minimal grumbling. I’d forgotten how pretty downtown is at night. The lights are cheery, and most of the pedestrians were respectful. I moseyed into Beaverton where D was, and when I got there the car got a little bitchy. I turned it off and helped D put the bike in the car. We happily chatted about the new heat, but when I turned on the car — no juice. The fucking battery died. I almost started crying. After dealing with the headache at the car place, the last thing we needed was a dead battery in the middle of a neighborhood in fucking Beaverton. BTW — for you Florida folks that’s about 13 miles from our house. So, I tried to phone a friend but got VM. D and I were about to call roadside assistance when the car gods told D to try the car again. It started, albeit grudgingly. Did I mention that it was cold as fuck outside ? D rememebered that a car parts store was kind of close, so we drove there and bought the cheapest battery they had. Finally, we headed home.

Now D and I are going to put new breaks on the car this weekend. We can’t afford to have them done professionally, and D and I can probably do it ourselves. Wish us luck.

Pip is still sick. The poor guy keeps throwing up, just until his food is out of his stomach. Puck, on the other hand, keeps everything down. I don’t think it’s the food this time. I thought maybe it was a virus, but this has gone on too long now. I’m hoping its nothign major…

but, kiddies, it’s flyday. I have to try to run today. If I don’t…well I just need to. Hope your week went better than mine.