It amazes me that how all the good things, vibes and notions, that you have had going for you for the past few weeks can quickly breakdown, on almost a molecular level, as you are sitting in your car trying to get it to start and stay running.

I just came home from a friend's place. My car once again acted up. I pressed on the gas and little to nothing happened. And when I tried to turn down a road, it died, and I couldn't get it to start and stay running.

For months, I've had problems. First, I paid to have the fuel filter replaced by a mechanic. Then the car acted up again a month later. I learned to replace my own fuel filter. Yeah, I know now it's not that big of a deal. Then a week later it started acting up again. Then I took it back to the mechanic who said this and that and replaced some sensor and some coil and charged a lot of money. It hasn't been two weeks, and the car has decided to remind me just how fucked things are.

If something is broke then it is broke. I can deal with that. But having to get my hopes up time and time again that the broke thing is fixed only to find out its not in the middle of the street with traffic is not a good thing. And I don't think I'd wish it on anybody.

I'm going to go sleep now.

  ¶ 2:04 AM