violachic

So.

This afternoon....

No,no,no, let me rewind a little. We need some background.

Well, we finally got the car back with its brand-new clutch on Monday. Monday it did just peachy, except it seemed to be running rougher than usual. Tuesday morning, it did peachy for the most part, but gave me a slight scare because at one point it acted like it didn't want to start. Which is odd for that car, because it always starts. Even in the deep, dead, cold heart of winter it never takes more than one try to get it started. Then it started running really really rough. Wednesday morning, it didn't want to start again. It took me several tries, and it ran rough all day. In fact, every time I started it, it sputtered a little. So I discussed it with

pheret1, and we decided to take it back to the mechanic today (Thursday)to ask him what was going on.

Ok. Back to today.

This morning when I taught at Glenbard East the car was still running rough, but it started fine, both when I left the house and when I left the school after teaching. I was going to take it by the mechanic's in the morning, but I ended up with an extra make-up lesson this morning that made that impossible.

So I get home, planning to shower, et al. Got a call that my first student in Forest Park wouldn't be there, and I knew my second student was on vacation. Hooray! A little extra time! Did some computering,

divalibby76 called me and we chatted for awhile. So when I left her, I noticed that the long-awaited paycheck had come in the mail. Relief! I was down to $1.64 in change. So I decide to run to the bank and cash the check, and go by the mechanic's on the way to work.

So I go to Danada to cash the check. Car starts fine.

Go to gas station. Car starts fine.

Go to Cingular store and buy minutes for phone (yes, I have minutes now, but please use them sparingly, I have a feeling I'm going to have to conserve them). Car won't start. Car won't start. *chug* *sputter* Car won't start.

I smell gas, so I think maybe I flooded the gas tank. So I leave it be for a bit. Go to Caribou, get a smoothie. Come back 1/2 hr later.

Car won't start.

Go into used computer parts store and buy a $5 used mouse for my laptop.

Car won't start.

Call Dad. Not home. Call Marta. No answer. Call studio. Cherrie's pissed but there's nothing I can do about it now.

Car won't start. I decide to walk home.

I'm home.

Car isn't.

I have blisters the size of half-dollars, a HUGE ASS headache, and halfway home the heel in my last pair of shoes gives out.

I am not a happy camper.

I'm going to go take a nap. Please don't wake me up until August.