Went to Treff's last night with Donnie and Becca (D is leaving for Austin Friday), and my car wouldn't start. Plus, I was parked in one of those "It's OK to park here, but only at night" spots. Waited an hour and a half for the spaces in front of me to clear up so I could push my car into a safer space. Spent most of the blazingly hot next morning digging for cash and getting a new battery. Luckily, it was just a dead battery and worn contacts to blame, so now I'm moving again, but now I'm a big ball of sweaty crap.
Here's a wallpaper of a car much nicer than mine:
