The alligators are winning, I swear to God.
Yesterday, in no particular order, the ceiling fan in the bedroom shorted out. THe honda overheated (had to drive 110 miles using the heater core as the radiator, Fun!!!) the shit I ordered from two different suppliers came in not right and had to be modified or replaced. A piece of some kind of dirt got embedded in my left contact and made it impossible to see for most of the day. I spent three hours on the knee mill, some lathe time, ripped the wiring harness of the car apart, tested EVERYTHING, finally gave up and replaced radiator, thermostat, temperature sensor, and STILL have to put a jumper on the fan to keep it running properly.
Did manage to get to mass today. Maybe some intervention by the Big Guy will help.

Have you tried swearing profusely and beating it with a wrench yet (the car)?
Sounds like the big guy might have been a little pissed at ya already! ;)
Tried the fan relay?
There’s nothing worse than a car electrical problem, is there?
I’m so sorry. That totally stinks. I could give you a straight shot of whatever you want in my pink cosmo glass? I like to share? Pink Panty Droppers are fabulous for days like these.
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