My car is.....done being my car.
I need a new one, and now.
Not a NEW new one necessarily, but the reliable kind, since I'm obligated by custody agreement to pick my son up in Sacramento most Sundays.
I don't really need to tell you that I can't afford any of this, do I?
I mean, start with the obvious stuff like not finishing my tattoo any time soon and not buying stuff, but that's not going to be enough. So then there's the stuff I REALLY don't want to do, like revert to making minimum payments on my credit card, cut out the extra contributions that I make to my retirement account, drain my savings account, stop putting new money in there, yeah. I can afford car payments? I guess?
But I kind of liked the version of my life where I improved my financial situation, and got out of debt.
I've spent the better part of this weekend crying intermittently, and giving myself a headache, and who knows, probably an ulcer.
Since the Car Fairy isn't likely to visit any time soon, I guess I just need to choke on all of it and fling myself into more debt.