egad. i have much to do today, but i didn't get out of bed until noon.

my need for a new mechanic escalated this weekend when my car decided to overheat suddenly at 3:30 in the morning on a lonely stretch of highway. in my know-nothing-about-cars panic, i called the only person i could think of who could help me: mikey. he wasn't home. if not for the concern of Trooper Frizzel, i'm sure i would have ended up the plaything of some psychotic truck driver, or the victim of a sweet and friendly yet cannibalistic elderly couple.

the next morning, i called my mommie. she came over, took a look at my car, and diagnosed the problem (a missing freeze plug. she then had to explain to me what a freeze plug is).

i thought that maybe i should learn a little about cars, but decided that's what God made boyfriends for. but, because i doubt my ability to find a boyfriend to fix my car by the end of the day, i have to go out and find someone who can do the repairs and have them done by wednesday.

i have only the slightest idea of how to go about it. i'm going to start popping into shops and talking to big butch guys in uniform covered in transmission fluid and engine grease and try to remember that, in this case, i'm looking for someone to fix my car, not a date.