You Better Look Out Because I'm Gonna Say Fuck

I went out this morning to the supermarket. On the way, I stopped by the real estate office to pay rent, stopped by Karen's place to hang out for awhile, and stopped by K-Mart to buy a griddle and a wisk.

Last night, I drove from Midas to marching band rehearsal, and from marching band rehearsal to home. That's five times my car started since it was fixed.

It didn't make a sixth.

My car died in the same fashion it did two days ago, this time in the K-Mart parking lot. I called Karen, then called Midas. Midas offered to tow my car and pick me up, but Karen drove me there instead. This was around noon. I called Midas 45 minutes ago, and was told that they'd have some information for me within half an hour. I still haven't heard back from them.

This is possibly the worst string of days I have ever had.

August 30, 2002 - 03:47 PM