I've had a shitty day, but the rest pales in comparison to finding out the MFA Minivan is a lost cause. Or at least a lost cause to us, because it looks like it needs more work done than we have money in the bank. I'm sitting in the waiting room at the mechanic's trying to stop crying long enough to call The XY and give him the kids. Hotter will have to go to his mom's. I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do but PseudoCorp is too far away to walk, so I'd better think fast.