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yesterday i actually had a day off so i took advantage of that and spent the afternoon in the city. went to a couple of my favorite cemetaries to take some pictures. realized it was the last time i'd get to visit those places for a long time which made me sort of sad. i called justin since i was in his 'hood but he had a date later that night so no dice on hangout there. putzed around various neighborhoods of the city. went to myopic but didn't buy any books since i've already packed up the majority of my books and have no room for more. stopped by reckless to see if hoffa was working and ended up getting some sweet tunes. dave was there so we chatted it up a bit. i was made even sadder after he greeted me and also said goodbye to me with the same words "don't move!" i was supposed to hang out with jill and get indian food later in the evening but that never happened so i just went to bed sort of early. i wasn't in a very good mood anyway so that was probably for the best.
this afternoon i was driving to work and my car died. just stopped, right on 63rd street...... the power steering went out and the entire car just ceased to run. i barely maneuvered it off the road (not having power steering means the car is a bitch to control) and called my dad, who was ironically enough at a car dealership with my mom getting a new car. he was basically just like, "well just try getting it to work, it will be fine" but i knew that taking it onto a highway was probably the worst idea since E.T. for Atari so i just tried getting it home. to make a long story short, it took me almost forty minutes to move my car four blocks, it died in the middle of an intersection (as well as in ten other places between there and my house), my dad turned off his cell phone after i got off the phone with him so trying to contact him as my car was sitting in the middle of 63rd and dunham was pointless, and i had a panic attack as a result of not being able to get in touch with anyone who could help me. sucks. i can't remember the last time i had a panic attack... i spent the next forty minutes not being able to breathe or keep my hands from shaking. awesome.
my parents made plans to take my car in monday to see what's wrong with it and get it fixed. it's awesome because all of this is coming a week before i'm due to move to new orleans.
this afternoon i was driving to work and my car died. just stopped, right on 63rd street...... the power steering went out and the entire car just ceased to run. i barely maneuvered it off the road (not having power steering means the car is a bitch to control) and called my dad, who was ironically enough at a car dealership with my mom getting a new car. he was basically just like, "well just try getting it to work, it will be fine" but i knew that taking it onto a highway was probably the worst idea since E.T. for Atari so i just tried getting it home. to make a long story short, it took me almost forty minutes to move my car four blocks, it died in the middle of an intersection (as well as in ten other places between there and my house), my dad turned off his cell phone after i got off the phone with him so trying to contact him as my car was sitting in the middle of 63rd and dunham was pointless, and i had a panic attack as a result of not being able to get in touch with anyone who could help me. sucks. i can't remember the last time i had a panic attack... i spent the next forty minutes not being able to breathe or keep my hands from shaking. awesome.
my parents made plans to take my car in monday to see what's wrong with it and get it fixed. it's awesome because all of this is coming a week before i'm due to move to new orleans.