hrm.

There is snow on the ground. Can I go back to bed now?

sigh.

I crave Kara/Anders fic. *sad* And, ideally, I'd love a deluge of it. So that, suddenly, the fandom is 90% Kara/Anders. It's a pipe dream, I know.

I got my winter coat out of the closet. Now, if I could just find gloves.

*incoherent rage*

I was right there. I was in the fucking parking lot, and I decided there were too many cars waiting and I wasn't going to stop at Saturn to get Moya's oil changed (since I had no appointment, it could've taken a while) tonight.

No, no, instead, I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way, bought new windshield wiper blades and de-icer fluid (I was bone dry). I accomplish the task of putting them on and filling the reservoir...

And the car won't start.

That's right, folks, if I hadn't been so impatient, Moya would even now be in the hands of Saturn technicians, getting the positive terminal replaced.

Instead, she's sitting in the Wal-Mart parking lot (probably the one where Timey's dad bought the NEW BATTERY). (I walked home, btw. The one piece of luck? Having my cd player to keep my ears warm and my steps in cadence)

Luckily, antiwesley is a wonderful person, and is going to come up and poke at the car.

And poor Timey's going to have to take the bus home.

sleepiness.

Kris is wonderful, and the car is running again. The positive terminal was just loose and corroded. sigh. It'll eventually need to be replaced, but for now, I get to go use scratchy stuff on it in the morning.

And I don't have to work again until Monday, yay.