Creaking back to life

Busy, busy weekend.

Some $400 later, my car is back to tip-top shape.

And my bank account bleeds in horrible pain.

Aside from some family matters, my weekend was otherwise dominated by the even that's been a goal for the last three months: my belt test in martial arts.

All said, it was strangely anticlimactic. I assume I passed, but the FSM only knows for sure. I find it hilarious in hindsight how stressed out I was going into it. I get the worst test anxiety, even over stuff that's not exactly earth-shattering.

Still, I'm glad it's done.

Now for a busy, busy work week. Whee.