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In trying to coax my power steering (which went out last night) into working again after adding fluid, Mom and I took a quick drive to the dance studio this afternoon, where my car died in the middle of the road. We were next to the auto place, but they can't look at it until Monday. Something about the belt and how I'm just going to have to break down and use some of the money that's really supposed to be for school. Eh, whatever. I think I really did something bad to my foot in walking six miles just for the hell of it the other day, but I'm going for the leave-it-alone-and-it'll-fix-itself approach, which worked nice on my car. On the bright side, I have not vomited in two days and I'm borrowing Mom's car to go babysit in two hours, and not for bratty kids.