My car is in the shop ----- I'm working on day two of an undiagnosed car problem ---- and I'm not amused.
As it turns out, it's not just day two of no driving privileges, it's day two of not being able to go to the gym, which messes with the well-oiled machine of sanity maintenance I've got going around here. What I really wanted when I got home today was a rather generous serving of an adult beverage. But I'm out of whiskey, my preferred lubricant, and I'll be damned if I was going to walk to the liquor store and carry my plain paper bag home.
As it turns out, I'm just not that pathetic. Which is to say that I have standards, low though they are.