I don't want to buy a new car anymore. It's too hard, and there's math and stuff.

I got the loan for the new car. It's five hundred less than the car is going to cost me. I have pretty much no extra money in my bank account not already going towards bills.

*headdesk*

Anybody want to buy a spare kidney?

Cheers! Er, I think.

So my mom is going to call the dealer and see about getting him to take the amount we've got, or at least I hope she is. She kind of got a little snippy with me when I talked with her about it which means either she's as annoyed with this whole process as I am or she just wants to throttle me for being an annoying schmuck. It could go either way.

In other news, I should have put money on my brother canceling our movie plans at the last minute to go shopping with a girl. I would have cleaned up, and then I wouldn't currently be having visions of selling my entire DVD collection to get that five hundred bucks.

And now I have Smirnoff Grape.

*toasts*

To solving my problems with liquor, or at least liberally marinating them in cheap booze.

Well, that's the end of that.

Yeah, it's a pretty safe bet that I'm not finishing NaNo this year. It's not even knowing where the story is going, it's just being way too stressed out about the car and money and where it's all going to come from.

So there. I give up. *sigh*

On the plus side, guess who can write fanfic again? *flails*

Awww, poor woobie.

( Heroes -- Six Months Earlier )

My pets are acting insane. Emmett's spazzing out and Otis has been looking for me to pet him (and I have a LOT) for the past ... oh, FOUR HOURS. Uh, I think that's how my cat tells time -- by getting someone to yell at him, "Would you knock it off? You've been doing that for four hours!"