So this weekend had an interesting turn of events. I closed at work Saturday like usual, however when we went to lock up the store, the manager's keys would not turn the lock. So I spent nearly an hour in thirty-six degree weather trying to fix the damn lock at one-thirty in the morning. So I go home, trying to forget about that and think about seeing my lovely the next day. I get up early to beat traffic and I get about half way there when my ENTIRE wheel base, brakes, and shocks rip themselves from the front passenger side of my car. As amusing as it is to watch your tire bounce along the road beside you at seventy miles per hour, It put me in the hole a ton of money that I really needed for replacing the POS I drive right now. Anyway, my baby comes and picks me up around noon. We spend the next five hours of our day trying to get it towed home before the cops do. A total waste of a day that I wanted to spend drinking and playing D&D and Guitar Hero with my lovely. Then I spend the night waking up every thirty minutes from dreams and cramps. What a great combo no? But it's all good. We had a long bit of good old fashion fun the way true lovers do. That helped me relax quite a bit without chain smoking a fresh pack of cigarettes. Now I'm back home courtesy of my baby *Meirell and my mom. I think I'm gonna try and get drunk, but my stomach is saying no so I may just pass out and try to sleep it off instead. Oh SNAP... I broke 100 hits... SWEET! >< *goes off to draw despite being totally drained*