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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.

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Ashley said…
You should buy a new car, amigo.
September 18, 2008 at 9:17 PM
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