I mean, it could be worse, I guess.

So my car broke down last night. Again. As usual, I guess. It's been doing that for a few months now. I got onto Bee Caves and realized that my headlights were not on and the only light on, in fact, was the battery light. And then the service, check engine, and check oil lights. Then it died. Right before that I'd managed to pull it off into a random driveway. It was about 1 am. I tried to start it up a few times before giving up and walking away from it. I couldn't push it since it was on a hill and it was too far from anything I could get to for car help. Also my window was stuck rolled down and I didn't want to leave that. I thought about calling a few friends, but it was late. I didn't want to wake them up. So I called my mom.

While she woke up and drove out trying to find me I tried to find ways to entertain myself. I tried to flag down drivers that came by, but they sped away. Then I sang through Dr. Horrible songs. Then I sang through Nightmare Before Christmas songs. There was something in the woods near me, and I got a little scared. It was okay. Then I danced on the side of the road. Then, when absolutely nobody would stop, I danced in the middle of the street until I got tired.

My mom showed up and over the next couple of hours we struggled to get my car home, jumping it about every 30 yards. It was awful. Finally I got home around 3:30 am and prepared for work the next day. Work was just as awful because I kept falling asleep. I couldn't even waste time in the bathroom; some guys had taken the most horrible smelling dumps in the entire world. It was not okay.

I'm still pretty sleepy, I guess. It's okay. Actually I'm really fucking sleepy.

Comments

Ashley said…

You should buy a new car, amigo.

September 18, 2008 at 9:17 PM

Pseudo-science (like psych).

I consider myself a man of science. I try to approach problems and deal with them logically, using observations previously recorded to handle new problems. So of course my interest was piqued when someone I knew posited that men are needier and more complicated than women. An interesting theory. But to properly examine it, one must understand the concept of sexual selection and its two aspects: male competition and female choice. Which brings us to point one: men are needier [in relationships] than women. This is true. In a natural/primal setting, the males are generally love-'em-leave-'em kinds of guys. Their main objective is to reproduce as much as they can. Humans, in their infinite wisdom, have decreased the emphasis on this to the point where it has become a footnote in male purpose. Civilization dictates that, instead of finding a partner for the sole purpose of reproduction, males find females for life companionship. With the effective removal of their natur

Just the stirring in my soul.

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No, Holmes, no!

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