THE WORLD IS CONSPIRING AGAINST ME.

[apocalypsos]

My salesman isn't coming in to work today until noon.

My loan officer is going to a meeting at the home branch tomorrow and won't be in until fifteen minutes before I have to leave for work.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WANT CAR NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.

(No, seriously, want car NOW. Yesterday when I was driving home from my job interview -- which went really well, by the way -- I hit a patch of really bumpy road and the car practically skidded out of control. I spent the entire way home alternately seething and hoping it would make it home, so possibly having it to drive the fucker for two more days? I may check with my boss just to see if I can come in an hour later tomorrow.)

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[loopychew.livejournal.com]

To tide you over, I need to introduce you to miggy, who most recently wrote excerpts from "I'm a Winner, and You're Fat". Also notable is a Rachel/Kurt friendship fic and, since you're a big fan of the genre, I'll point out she's also done zombie apocalypse fic. She's been on a bit of a Gleefic roll the past few days, and I think you'll get a kick out of them.