Not much to say here...today starts my third week out of work because I need a $1,200 transmission for a $1,200 car. Because I need the car to work, I cannot help but to feel powerless to do anything about it. And I know what you're thinking..."Gee Croc, that's terrible. I really wish I could help you out..." If I somehow got a dollar for every time somebody wished they could help me, I wouldn't need as much of it as I do. Hell, I bet I could even give a little back. But no...here I sit, unable to do much other than lament my bad luck while sitting out here in the middle of nowhere.

I need a way out. I need it now. But it's not like I'm important or anything...just another creature that's taking up space and resources. No need to feel sorry for me, just carry on.