Rough week

It's been a bad one, but I get those. Saturday, somehow I managed to blow out my rear brakes. The mechanic described the rear drums as "exploded." Neat trick. No idea how I did it and he wasn't giving me any tips on how not to do it again.

Cost $650. Getting to listen to yet another stranger tell me my credit is bad and why: priceless, but they still gave me the loan and a free lecture. My hopes for saving up for a down payment on a home were yet again dashed, but, luckily, the housing market is shot. I don't have to feel too bad. It's the fucking apocalypse. Why would I want to own anything more than a shotgun and some shoulder pads?

This sort of foretells me looking for a second job again... My wife likes this idea not at all, but she would probably like not having light and heat even less.

I managed to get another one of my stories circulated internationally. The downside is it was about Jesco White. Kind of depressing that the only way I can get noticed is if I write about crazed redneck dancers or radio stations who partner with a divorce attorney to grant some lucky someone. A. Dream. Divorce. Getaway! (insert applause and cheesy music)

The snakes novel is stalled. I'm frustrated and I can't get around it. I said I wasn't going to do this, but it might be time to work on one of other writing projects. I had a funny one. I could use a good laugh (as well as an evening of debauchery and fine dining).

Add to that, my nifty new video game I bought for my computer, apparently is too much for my system to handle. It would be fun to play, if I suffered from seizures. The handling is jerky. It's just a mess.

On the upside, I'm looking forward to the Polar plunge next week. I've managed to raise a few bucks for The Special Olympics and I'm modestly proud of getting to be a part of it. I'm also looking at doing my part to make it extra interesting. It all depends on whether I can find something in my size. I'm restarting the mailings of my novel this week, though I'm going to have to scale back to three per week. I have to make cuts. The postage and materials are just too much.

Winter sucks.