The Price of Procrastination

My poor automobile died on me today and it's entirely my fault. Months ago I found out that I had a badly leaking radiator and water pump. The garage that made the diagnosis wanted to charge me $1100 to replace both. Not being made of money, I declined, instead deciding to buy the parts used and get my friends to help me switch them out. Half a year later (and countless gallons of water replaced), the car finally gave up the ghost, overheating and and cutting out on my just as I exited the highway off-ramp. AAA came out and towed it to our house, and now it sits rather forlornly in the driveway, not to be driven until I've gotten it fixed. To say this sucks is an understatement, because I'll have to get up much earlier to get the wife to work and still manage to get myself to work on time as well. So first thing tomorrow I'll be calling out to the salvage yard to see if I can't find the parts. If not, I guess we'll be carpooling until we can save the cash to get the car fixed. It would've been so much easier to just have gone and handled it months ago, but I guess this is the price of procrastination.