The little dashboard light came on this morning to complain about fuel, so I was off to the pump for the most expensive tank of gas of my life thus far, more than twice as much as I was paying a year ago. A small price to pay, though, as I at least still have a home, a job, and a city.
Still, I wish I had filled up the other morning when it was still below $3 per gallon, though I'm sure I did better by filling up now than by waiting until after the weekend; it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
Can't seem to tear myself away from the news, the blogs, the images of the week. Simply terrifying.
- Mood: depressed