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So yesterday I rode my bike in the rain to Sears Auto Center with a car battery on one handle. I waited two and a half hours in the lobby in my soaking wet clothes, eating fritos and an ice pop from the snack machines to have my battery checked and charged. I rode home again, installed it in my car, and went to work (an hour late). I left work an hour later because we were dead. I picked up some school stuff from my dad's house, went back to Gera's, and went to sleep. 7:20 this morning, I leave a little bit early for class so I'll have time to put some gas in my car. I know what's coming before it happens, but I turn the key anyway. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Fucking dead. Again.
Kill me.
Kill me.