octette

OKAY SERIOUSLY MY CAR IS BROKEN. i drove it on monday and it was fine. today i went to move it so my dad could park in my spot (right in front of the building), and we discovered that it is leaking green fluid and something is hanging from the middle of the undercarriage.

i called up chris, got the name of the place he takes his car, and dad and i drove there and dropped my car off. the problem was that they’re so busy they didn’t even look at the car today. i don’t have an estimate, i don’t know what’s wrong, and i have no idea when it can be fixed.

i totally sound anxious about this, but i’m really not. i can sleep on the floor until the car is fixed — and if it can’t be fixed before the 31st, i’m sure that i can crash at rivendell until it can get fixed. it is a 1998 ford escort though; i can’t imagine anything is wrong with it that can’t be fixed in 24 hours. KNOCK WOOD. what i am anxious about is the cost.

once we finished loading the van (which went totally smoothly except for the one time i almost fell down the stairs OOPS), dad and i crashed on the living room floor and had a picnic while watching one of the doctor who christmas specials, and then the second season of the x-files. i am still watching; dad has fallen asleep.

i am still listening to the mark ronson & lily allen cover of “oh my god”; it seems kind of appropriate right now.