I suppose it's time for a new journal entry. Allie and I both have jobs, and fairly soon we should be able to afford an apartment, and then we should be all right...

But the car is dying.

It makes sense. It's a 21-year-old car, and they just weren't built to last two decades. I'll be surprised if the car lasts another year. So we're looking into getting a new car. Whee. At least we'll be able to keep the radio.

In short, we're starting to pick ourselves up. We might even be on our feet firmly by the time the baby gets here. Wish us luck.