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Shiiiiit. On my way home from work, my car fucking died. It was hemorrhaging something red that my dad says is from the transmission. I think those are expensive and I'm not sure how I'm going to pay for that.
Still don't quite know how I'll be getting to the bus station tomorrow, but I wasn't taking my car in the first place. I'll figure it out. Maybe my dad can drive me.
God, I'm exhausted. And I feel slightly nauseous.
Still don't quite know how I'll be getting to the bus station tomorrow, but I wasn't taking my car in the first place. I'll figure it out. Maybe my dad can drive me.
God, I'm exhausted. And I feel slightly nauseous.