The heat killed my Beamer

Sounds like a song title, doesn't it? I give it a 6. It has a good beat, but I'm not sure you can dance to it.

Anyway, it is 106 degrees here, and my old (1989) poor car doesn't like it. It keeps stalling on me, even if I drive hardly a mile. It's at the mechanic right now, and I feel like a traitor driving a candy apple red 2006 Nissan Tiida. It supposed to take four or five days for it to get fixed. I'm not really concerned about the cost - labor is dirt cheap here.

This pretty much was the perfect ending to crappy week I had. I got off leave last Sunday, and everything that was supposed to be done never actually got done. So I was busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest. I never arrived home before 6pm all week. Even on "Friday". I stayed a hermit all weekend, at one point turning off my phone completely. I have been avoiding people like the plague. I'm afraid I'll go postal. I hope this week is better.

I think I've socialized enough now, so I'm going back to my hole.