dead batteries

I just discovered my car won't start because the battery is dead. This is annoying for several reasons.

1. The obvious.

2. The "I'm denied, so now I want!" factor. See, before I went out to the car and discovered it wouldn't start, I didn't even want to go out. It's still disgustingly hot, and I'm in the middle of reading Meg Cabot's new book How to Be Popular, and so I felt very resentful of the errands I had to run. ("But I want to stay home! And read my book!" etc. etc.) But now, of course, I've been seized with an intense desire to run those errands, and feel deprived that I can't be at the bank waiting in line RIGHT NOW!

Sometimes it's very vexing to be me.