This morning, the minivan was being a bitch. It wouldn't start. It had been having troubles for a week or so, getting progressively worse. But it just wouldn't start this moning. I tried for 5 minutes or so, got frustrated, called my mom (I was at work), considered asking someone for a jump or calling AAA, then decided I should keep trying so I could avoid talking to people. After another 20 minutes or so of frustration, trying to calm myself with Tori, and attempting to give the engine a pep talk, I got pissed off enough to try something new. While turning the key repeatedly, I started grumbling, and finally when I said "comeonyoustupidfuckingminivanturnON!" it decided to work, and I got the car running. Never underestimate the power of profanity. So I drove home feeling better, and that was that. The minivan already had an appointment with the car doctor today, and apparently it needed a new starter so they put one in. Gaaah, I'm glad I don't have to work tonight, I don't want to drive the thing until I'm sure it's in pristine starting condition.
And now, since you're probably bored, let's play a game.