Dear Life,

[lydy]

Waking at four in the afternoon, after having gone to bed at eleven the previous evening is a little annoying, but kind of cute in a hopelessly incompetent sort of way. However, forgetting that the damn car needs to be moved by eight am to avoid being towed until two-thirty in the morning is not particularly cute. In the future, please either remember earlier, or provide yourself with a boyfriend willing to get out of the nice warm bed, get dressed, and move your car for you. Either kind of foresight is fine with me, but for fuck's sake do one of the two. This moving the car at two thirty a.m., kinda sucky. Just for the record.