Where are you, silver lining?

If my life in the past twenty-four hours could be considered hell, then today should surely go down as being a very, very cold day in hell. So much so that I am thinking about packing my bags and going to Siberia, where I will find a nice hole to hide away in, equipped with silver walls, cozy blankets, and plenty of books to take my mind to distant and fictional, perferably warmer places.

I feel rather irritated by the fact I had to learn the register last night at work. I feel I am better than that and I hate the way that makes me feel. And sound. I am not a spoiled little bitch who hates not getting her way, I am a smart, stubborn, independent chick who wants so much more in her life than can ever possibly happen to her. BLAH...for more on this, read my blog from last night. Continuing...

Today is Wednesday and my dad gets a ride to work on this day. I had his car here, enabling me to go to my brother's apt and drop of his shit. Why is this a big deal? Because as I go to start Super Chev this morning, it doesn't turn over. Happy damn, snowy day, right? WRONG. By the time I realize this is not a fluke and it is really broken, I am already pissed. One, because I have to go to my brother's and two, because I have no idea what the shit just happened to my car.

Because when it is properly working I have an uncanny memory, I thought it was the battery. It was the same sounds, etc from when the battery died. Because I jump the gun and think I can solve anything, I went and bought a battery. There was a fun story to accompany this, but under the circumstances I am not sharing because it lost it's humor. So around 3:00 my dad gets home from work and I tell him what happened. We go out and try to change the battery, but because it is a side-socket compartment it really sucks to change. And then we couldn't get the negative side undone. And then I noticed there was some wire broken. Bloody christ. AAA is paid for a reason, so a tow truck is called and within 45 mins arrives to take my blasted car to the mechanics.

Initial diagnosis is that it is not the battery. He threw out the words fuel pump, sparks, modulator (attaches to engine coils), and possibly a few more before I sank even further into thinking that my idea about a trip to Siberia would be a really, really good idea. Whether this trip comes into reality or not is dependent upon whatever shattering figure Kevin comes up with on my car.

More exciting news on my day-o-gloom. My good computer crashed last week and word on that front is "the motherboard is getting power, so thats not a great sign." And "theres nothing physically blown inside the power supply that i can see." Statements like "how much money do you want to spend," just lead me to this reaction: Christ Alive. Amen.

Keep it coming. Keep it all coming.

The walls around me are crashing down and there is no silver lining to be found. Except, of course, for the walls in my cave in Siberia, where I will be hibernating the rest of the winter.