God, fucking, dammit. I swear, my car is doing everything in its power to make me try to destroy it, or find a way to destroy itself, and laughing at me for its own failure to commit suicide and leaving me holding the bag on its fuckups. First the belt started uncontrollably squealing. Then the power brake booster goes out, so I have to stop it with the power of my calf muscles. Then my father offers to swap cars for a weekend, as we increasingly often do, so he could work on at his leisure, since I don't know how to fix it myself and I can't afford to fuck it up with trial and error.
Then, minutes from his house, the shifter column breaks. So it's sitting in his yard, 150 miles from my house, stuck in second gear, until he can take apart the column to figure out what happened. All this, after he's been telling me for two years to sell the fucking thing. The few times I've ever kept my priorities enough to remember to even put a sign on it, within a week it picks up another relatively minor problem that renders it impossible to sell again, until it fucks up majorly and the whole cycle repeats itself. And I know the day is coming when the only thing left to break will be the transmission.
And on top of all that, I had too much beer and racetrack food when we went out, so now I'm staying home from work. Not because I'm drunk, I've got that covered, but because I'm so sick, and I need not go into any detail. Which I talked myself into, because I also didn't bother studying for a test all weekend.
Empirically speaking, this is really a quite fortunate play of events. My car is disabled by a completely unforeseeable problem, which luckily happened in the driveway of the one person I would trust to fix it, instead of happening to me anywhere in town. I don't have to go to work (apparently I've got a good rep), which gives me time to do other stuff I need to. But every element is somehow a result of my own incompetence and taking my father for granted, despite all my hollow protestation otherwise. So, actually, none of it's that bad, I just feel like crap about it.
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