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Sep 02, 2004 03:46

Today, gile got truly stupid.

Friday, while moving into my dorm room, I blew the radiator core on my car. I made it all the way, but I needed a new radiator. I still do.

Tonight, I took Sarah (see muteddenial if you can) to Buffalo to pick up a friend of hers. In my car. With the blown radiator. We made it there, but as soon as I got on the thruway to come back, the car gave out. NYS Thruway workers called a tow truck for us, and I started disassembling the radiator (to find the leak, which I did). They towed me up one exit for the tune of $60. By that time, the car had cooled enough for me to get it started again. We went to the nearest gas station, wherein I purchased two gallons of coolant, and fix-a-flat (the tire stuff). I sprayed the entire leaking area down with the fix-a-flat, and filled the radiator, which took nearly two gallons. The fix lasted 15 miles, but I wasn't stopping so I finished the trip. After coming back, we watched Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter.

A two-hour round trip took five-and-a-half.

Why do I do these things? Because I'm hopeless.
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