hungry driver

I have crunched the numbers and no, my personal savings account is going to make it. I’m going to be broke until the end of September. And I do not just mean I cannot afford fancy dinner or new shoes. I mean I can’t afford. ANYTHING.

I’m happy, though. All I have to do is go the garage and stare at the Merc.

It has taken over my life. I find myself buying Mercedes Benz merchandise (t-shirts, key chains) like a demented fan. I’m pathetic.