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Something's wrong with the car, or the key. Either way the damn thing won't start. Mark has the other key and the rental car and it's raining. And I kick myself 30 seconds after he leaves because since it's raining, it might have been smart for me to hitch a ride at halfway to work. *sigh* Thoughts like that only occur after we're slapping ourselves on the forehead, don't they?
Didn't get a whole lotta sleep last night due to car worryage and knowing I need to be up by 7:30 to call the rental car place. So, Awake at 6, when I only needed to be awake at 7:30 at the latest. Grumble, grumble. I'm sleepy, I would dearly love to curl back under the covers, but I have onl 25 minutes left before I get to dash out into the rain. Fun. Did I mention I'm sleepy? How about the grumpy part? Did I leave that out?
Didn't get a whole lotta sleep last night due to car worryage and knowing I need to be up by 7:30 to call the rental car place. So, Awake at 6, when I only needed to be awake at 7:30 at the latest. Grumble, grumble. I'm sleepy, I would dearly love to curl back under the covers, but I have onl 25 minutes left before I get to dash out into the rain. Fun. Did I mention I'm sleepy? How about the grumpy part? Did I leave that out?
