Really, I'm sick of driving. Sick, sick, sick. Pain in the ass all around. Can't afford to do it, can't afford not to. Public transportation in Phoenix sucks ass.

So my truck, which has been overheating for some time now and which I was praying would just survive long enough for me to get the money together to repair it, decided to commit suicide yesterday by way of an exploding radiator.

Our Bug, while in much better shape than it was when we bought it, is really not up to being a daily commuter, which probably means I'll end up running it into the ground as well.

And on top of everything else, someone broke into the truck last night and emptied out the glove box, which held not only the manual for the vehicle and all of its maintenance records dating back to 1989 (yes, it was very full), but also the insurance, registration and ...

*sigh*

the title.

I've been meaning to remove that for some time. This is bad. Of course, if whoever it was decides to acquire my truck from me, they deserve what they'll get. Talk about bad timing!