I hate my car

Let me start with I have been very stressed lately trying to get bills payed, keep up appointments and save money. I have had the most photoshoots lined up in one week EVER.
luckily, some of them have been pushed back. the first one was supposed to be last wednesday, woth JC Olivera from the Golden Globes but his schedule got too busy and now he has rescheduled for march when he gets back from Miami. Then saturday was the Bridal photoshoot at Santa Monica. Then Sunday was Ryan and my headshot day at Studio A in West Covina with Albert, David, and Lisa. We met a new MUA there that I actually met online a few months ago on craigslist (small world), responding to her post "Does anyone know any good photographers that need a good Make Up Artist?" Naturally I recommended her to Albert, hello.
Little did I know they started to work together, and she was excited to finally meet me! That was cool. The make up looked great and she asked if I could do some artistic make up for her book. I gladly agreed, and found out that she meant tuesday. So earlier today I went to West Covina AGAIN, to shoot for her make up book. I made some cash, which was nice.
However, all the feathers and glitter and spirit gum* she put on my face ruined my skin.
It took an hour to scrub off. my face it burning, and I look sunburned and strangled, and then punched in the cheast. awesome.

*Spirit Gum: Special glue (latex) used in Special FX make up and theater for sticking more make up or prostetics on. Drys fast, invisible. feels like shaving off your skin when removing. not fun.

ON MY GLORIOUS DRIVE HOME.
I get about half way home, to the 118 (thank God), my car starts to die on me.

The dashboard lights start to flicker, my check engine light has been flickering the past 2 days, but I didn't know what to do about it, especially without any money. My check engine light flickers and the radio goes out. Then the dashboard lights go out.
Then ALL the lights go out.
My car is still driving, now, completely in the dark, somewhere near the valley.
My car lights flick back on and off for a while, then my car starts sputtering and kicking back.
Then my car dies. STOPS. right on the freeway.
frustrated I honk my horn and turn on my hazard lights.
I sit in the middle of the lane for a good 2 minutes, furious. Daring a car to hit me. Please, hit me now, take me out of my misery.
Finally, I get my car to start again and go to the side of the road. I let my car sit, maybe get some energy back? The lights turn on real bright, and I start out again.
My car kicks back and gives out again, right next to Rocky Peak, in the mountains, next to nothing unless you count the remains of Charles Manson's cult hideout. awesome.
After a long, terrifying, ordeal of starting, braking, and gliding home, I am cancelling my photoshoot for tomorrow. I don't know whats wrong with my car, all I know is I certainly cannot afford it.
The sad part is I was really looking forward to meeting Timothy W tomorrow, he has worked with Cassie and I really like his work. Uggghhhh....

Well, I think I need to start looking at buying a new car. One that WONT DIE on me. I dont want to be scared to drive around anymore. This is too expensive.

ugggh...looks like Ill be living in Simi Valley longer than expected, unless I make some serious cash soon.

*barf*

well, the good news is the shoot went really well, (see above, one finished picture) and I made a new MUA friend :)