Fuel light? What fuel light?

...what the lovely Rachel deserves for being my knight in shining armour today, and rescuing me from my conked out car. After an exceptionally shitty week, it's so nice to smile because she took the time out of her day for someone she barely knows, when I had a crappy-old-car-dying-for-no-reason emergency. The follow up text message to make sure I was safe was beyond sweet.

...In other news, things are a bit crap, hence the lack of posting. I'm in the middle of trying to decide whether to break my lease and move out, and where that might leave me if I do. I've had a year too many of unwashed dishes, smelly socks and a lack of respect cluttering my life, and it's time to stand up for myself. Which I'm finding easier said than done, what with two dogs, very little money and the fact my car magically disappears every morning along with said dirty sock wearer, without my knowledge. Le sigh.