Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Who in the hell is calling my house at 20 til 3 in the morning? Of course the number came up as private name/private number; fucking crackheads.

I felt much better today even though it was still raining. It's now supposed to turn into snow; I'm so excited. I'm tired of Ohio and really need a change of scenery, even if it's just for a week's vacation. Uck.

I talked to Don, my mechanic, today and he said he's pretty sure it's my plug wires. That makes me feel better, as I didn't want to deal with electrical gremlins.

I repeat , people who call me at 20 til 3 in the morning are fucking crackheads.