I'm in Hell

Having the worst week.. mini-brad troubles, car troubles.. I'm ready for this one to be over with. I'm about to inherit (if they ever show up) about a thousand purple mini-brads. They're fun ones -- there's little hearts and starts and flowers and stuff, but they're still purple. It *is* my fave color, but I just don't do a whole bunch of purple pages. Maybe I'll use them in my circle journal.

We went to Jazz for dinner last night. Mike ended up cussing out our waiter. He followed us out to the car to argue with Mike. It was crazy -- in my worst waitressing days, I never would have followed a customer to their car to argue with them about the service I provided. He kept going, "BUT I HAD 11 TABLES!" Mike was like, "Ok, but you didn't have to just blatantly ignore us." The food was good, though.

My check engine light is on in my car. It's idling low. Something's wrong with the wheel. I'm wondering if this is God's way of telling me it's time for a new car. So many bills, so little money, such an expensive scrapping habit. I'm screwed.