My car wouldn't start this morning,
and it's currently in the shop.
It seems to be a battery/starter problem,
but it could be more than that.
Fortunately, my dad loaned me his car
so I could go to work (an hour late).
I'm surprisingly not too upset about it;
which is weird since I've been majorly stressed
and every little thing is getting to me.
I guess maybe I've just realized
this kind of stuff happens
and I just have to go with the flow...

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a year ago: '59 Chevy Impala.