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The alternator finally went out on my car. Or, at least, I assume that's what was the problem. I'm taking my dad's word for it, but I'm beginning to think he really has no idea what's going on and just wants to sound like he knows how to fix things. Anyway, the point is, the car is no longer driveable, so I'm stuck with no transportation. Again.
On a lighter note, Drew's in the process of getting our bed as I post this. It's just the box spring and the matress, but I'm not complaining. And we're getting our coffee table, which excites me. We'll actually have a living room.
His mother hates me. She won't even look at me. It's really frustrating.