We went out for to see a movie yesterday. It was for my birthday. Between my birthday bad luck & the car's BS lately, I was pretty anxious about the trip. I nearly suggested just not going. The car started fine, but it stalled out on us on the way home. It started again, but it still died.
Fall is here & I'm already having issues. This car drama is ramping up. It's getting hard for me to go do things. I'm just too anxious about the damn car breaking down.
My Autumn issues are here. The ragweed is hellish. The car issues are stupidly frustrating. I'm not sleeping as well as I'd like. We had to get up early to run the car back to mechanic for the umpteenth time. I'm tired, nervous & just want to stop. I'm getting close to the point where I just can't anymore.
That's my beginning of September, my beginning of 59 & like always it sucks horribly. I'm pretty sure my birthday hates me. At best it's just blah, most of the time, it screws me over. Well September, I'm not overly fond of you either,.
Cya...
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