wtf..

At 10pm I went to lie down and think of which what if story to write next.

suddenly, it's friggin 6:50am, and not only do I have no fic ideas (*sings* last night I wanted some inspiration, but I didn't have any dreams), but I have less than an hour before the car needs to go in, which is going to be at least a three hour job. *pouts and goes to look for laptop* dammit, I don't wanna spend another morning in McDonalds

Hmm... maybe I can just walk home from the car place and then hitch a ride back with someone when they finish it... *ponders*

gah, fucking alarm is going off now, dammit.. time to get the husband to work.

Story Number Four is Done

Whew. *Nestled the fourth little easter egg in the basket*

And now, I must walk down to pick up my car.

Luckily, they were able to use the two old spare tires, so that save about a hundred bucks.

So, now, when Mark complains about me 'saving crap', I have that to add to the selling of the worthless Wendy's cups on ebay story. Go me.

*does happy dance*