making molehills out of mountains

My car is dead in Cedar Rapids. I have no access money that I technically have. I'm hungry. I'm not having a good weekend by any stretch of the imagination.

Times like these make me wonder if anything will ever get better and stay that damn way. And if they're not, why do I bother with any of it at all?

However, Robert, the man who has consistently helped me out, offered to sell me his truck if I couldn't get my car towed and fixed for less than he's asking. I'm seriously tempted to take him up on the offer, since being without a means of transportation is seriously unpleasant.

So I've got that going for me. But that's really about it, right this moment.