Mike "test drove" the car and it seemed to be working, so I took it to Auto Zone to try to find out why the stupid engine light was on. Over half the cylinders not firing correctly AND a crack in the head AGAIN. Whoo fucking hoo.

Fortunately Emma and I were across the street from a strip mall (how often does one say that??) and went to Michaels and did our own version of BuildABear. She is now the proud owner of Pimp Bunny and Princess Kitty. I must take pics of Pimp Bunny. Then we went to the awesome Danish bakery and had a turkey sandwich and my favorite cookies. Mike called a buddy who came to get us, then we got Alex from school, then came home. While at the school I was able to tell his teachers he wasn't gonna be in this week most likely and gathered his books and junk.

Right now am feeling well beyond exhausted. Ran out of my anti-fatigue samples and the cost to get the prescription filled is astro-fucking-nomical. Gotta call the neuro and see if there's an affordable alternative.

Mondays bite.

However, now doing some research to put together a spell for tonight cuz I have not been feeling particularly strong magickally. Spiritually, yeppers. Magick? Nope. Lame. Turning it around tonight. Tired or not. It'll be done.

Both car and truck are not working. Mechanic was here YESTERDAY to look at both, and now both are fucked. I have no idea how the hell I'm going to get my son from school this afternoon. Emma is being a goddess about the now cancelled plan to go to BuildABear Workshop for her birthday (she's five today).

Mike is missing work and is out there wrangling with both vehicles. Calls in to the mechanic, but of course, he's not called back.

I hate him.