Today as I got into the MFA Minivan, I happened to look down and notice that the steel whatchamacallits in the tires are showing.
It's already due for an inspection before the end of the month, and I know it's going to need at least some wiper blades already (if not at least one entirely new wiper, given that one of them is held together with a twisted paperclip), and anything more than some new-to-me tires and a windshield wiper is going to push it over into "not-worth-it" territory, given that along with a cracked windshield, worn brakes, a slow oil leak, and an almost completely rusted-out undercarriage, I'm 90% sure the transmission is on its way out. It's an American vehicle with almost 230,000 miles on it...the end is nigh.
The thing is, I have just now AS OF TODAY gotten us to where nothing is going to bounce AND there are groceries in the house. School supplies and fees (yeeeeeah, since when does public school mean over a hundred dollars in fees for a middle school student who isn't even taking any extracurriculars to get a dadgum education?) kicked our asses, I refilled my Pristiq and Mirapex on the 31st to take advantage of the last day of Ritzier health insurance (which sucked, but still saved me almost a hundred bucks between the two prescriptions), the rent is covered, and now we're pretty much at zero. AND I need to get myself some health insurance ASAP, plus I should really get some Danskos for work before Paul attempts to secede from my left foot and Little Child's birthday is coming up. So the thought of trying to acquire a new-to-us vehicle in the next month makes me want to throw up.
All of which is to say that I am on day...five? Of at least seven back-to-back double shifts. And I'm tired as hell, but trying to pick up more. So expect light blogging for a bit.
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