My Trusty and Reliable Car
My car died on me the other night when I was driving home from work. It died part on the street, part on the sidewalk near my apartment building. This sucks. I don't know what to do wihtout my car. Nato is too busy to look at it but hopefully he'll be able to fix it. It may be the alternator. I don't know. I know jack shit about cars. I don't have much money. My job pays peanuts. I think I'm going to start seriously looking for another job. It's ridiculous. They expect me to do the work of three people all by myself. I just can't keep up with the mess all the customers leave me with and do all the other stuff they want me to do on top of it. Maybe it's the stress of all this that has caused my period to be thirteen days late now. My poor car. I love my car. It got me around. It got me here. To my freedom. My crappy yet wonderful freedom. This has been a shitty weekend.