Got laid off.
Crashed my car.
My husband took the shitbox to work and left me the big blue diesel truck to pick up my insurance check, run a bunch of errands, and go look at new (to me) cars.
The starter on the big blue diesel truck is out.
I can't go anywhere.
The mister can't leave work and won't be home until 7:00 tonight.
I just called my mom, like a fifteen year old, and asked her to come pick me up so I can get to my eye doctor appointment.
To summarize: unemployed, broke, carless, and housebound.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my bed with the covers pulled over my head, weeping.
*Title taken from F*** My Life. Thanks, MJ, for reminding me that there are others just as miserable as I.