Is time for bitching at livejournal again

My car is broken again. It got broken on the way back from New Forest LARP (a good idea Leo had, spoilt by a general lack of proper follow-through and our numbers halving between when we planned the event and when we ran it (5 dropping out in the last week), which I think people had a good time at anyway), so we got it to a garage and they 'fixed' it. Then it broke down in Northampton on the way to Maelstrom (which got us a walking tour of Northampton, some pictures of dragons and some tea, but was still kind of aggrevating), of exactly the same thing. We failed to get the underlying issue fixed because we are lame. So now it is broken down in Grantchester Meadows. At least it got the kit there, I guess.

Also my head is broken. It hurts and I cannot grammerate properly. And Nicholas is busy being heroic with a van and some sofas, and when he gets home I will have to bother him about the car (I don't know what garage he took it to last time and I think he probably has an opinion on what to do with it) and he will be grumpy and whine. Also there is a sensible solution I could apply if I was less completely lousy when it comes to cars, interacting with shopkeepers, or indeed doing anything.

I ought to have had a fantastic Maelstrom event but instead the start of this lurg or some aspect of not taking care of myself properly meant I spent most of the time running around as myself trying to do what Tourmaline would have done, which wasn't much fun really.

I do not even have any kind of provable lurg, I just have a big invisible iron helmet on my head that I can't take off, and I won't be able to take time off work for it until I am actually exploding with radioactive green goo because that's normally the next stage of this illness and I have to not go into work then in case I gunge my co-workers. Alternatively I might just have become utterly shite and stay like this forever.

In conclusion, wah wah my head is a stupid head.