GAHHHH.

I fucking hate Firestone. I dropped my car off LAST FRIDAY to get the hood repaired. they told me that it would be done on tuesday. it's WENDSDAY and I don't have my car yet. I've called them twice today. ealier they said they were expecting the part today. the second time they said the part HASN'T EVEN BEEN ORDERED YET!!!!!!!

You wanna know what the worst part is? they broke the god damn hood latch in the first place.

ETA: Alright. apparently it wasn't MY Toyota that the gentleman told me still had a part on order. I feel much better now :)

Gahh. I'm feeling pissy!

I've misplaced my flash drive. THIS IS TERRIBLE. It has all of my CAD work on it, my english essay that's due monday, and a number of in progress fics. ETA: Os-kay. I left it in the CAD lab.

It's quite possibly exacerbated by the fact that I watched the Doctor Who episode 'Doomsday'. OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. I was crying. seriously. While it was great to see Mickey, Jake, Pete & Jackie there's the little bit about ROSE LEAVING. *sporks TBTP* I'm not kidding. I'm so upset.

And the $900 that my step-dad just spent on my car doesn't help. I got a flat on Tuesday. The guy that put the spare on said there was something wrong with the axle. We took it to Firestone (after picking up my mom's van that had a flat fixed the day before). The poor little Toyota got the following: 2 new tires, a front axle-realignment, replaced serpentine belt, replaced drive belt, ball bearings packed, and something to do with the y-boot. I feel like a turd.