yrmencyn | This is not a drill. Engage your pity game now.

This is a pity party! Seriously. So, I finally got a call back from Overseas Motors about the AC in my car. Oh, Jetta, Jetta, Jetta. What have I ever done to you but love you, coche? So. On the front of the compressor, there's a clutch assembly. Or, I should say that there is usually a clutch assembly. In Coche's case, however, the clutch assembly has broken off. So... if I'm lucky, then Tom can find a clutch assembly. And that'll be three to four hundred dollars. If I'm less lucky, then he has to buy the whole compressor. Possibly from the dealer (oh, dreaded words). And if that's the case, I'm looking more at six to eight hundred. Kill me.

So... the cheap option I'm not happy about, but it's about what I was hoping for. The more expensive option, though... ouf. I mean, I have that money in my savings account. And this is, arguably, what savings accounts are made for, but... well, I was hoping to, you know, eat with that money during the lean month (I don't get paid between Aug 31 and October 31). I'm sure I'd pull it together, and Kevin -- being an amazing person -- has promised to make sure I don't starve to death, but... I don't like it. I fucking hate car repairs.

So to 'celebrate' I'm having a pity party. I made ginger beer today so we could make Dark and Stormies tomorrow (more on that tomorrow), so I just... well, I'm testing them out. In a papasan chair. Parked directly in front of the TV. With some leftover shrimp and grits. Yeah. Partay.