Four hours of sleep... check.
head ache.. check.
queasy.. check.

Might as well shuffle down to UPullit to hand off Bubbi. Phone calls every day for a solid five days for them to pick 'er up. No - they promise and fail. Now they dropped the price thirty bones FOR ME TO DRIVE HER THERE! They blame "prices change".

Derp de derp. I have a feeling I will be screwed with in the hour.

This is of course assuming Bubbi doesn't burst into flames and I don't die of CO2 on the way there.

Such is my life.