Sunday

My car won't start because it's too f-ing cold here.

Not because my battery is dead or because I'm out of gas. No, it's because my little red mazada just doesn't like -10 degrees.

And as for the six miles I'm suppose to go? Well, the gym's out. And I've walked twice to the apartment gym (braving windchills of 35 below) only to find that the one treadmill working is occupied. I'm going to walk over one more time, the guy said he would be done in a half hour. Third time's a charm, right?

What a stupid Sunday. Grr.