How I miss my car. How I miss the peaceful golden days of bliss (or how I would if they ever existed for anyone.) Have a tour-type thing tomorrow. That should be interesting I suppose. Am counting down still
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My car is broken. My college bill has arrived. And I still have two weeks of work. (*Then again, "broken" may be a bit of a stretch, as I really don't consider the reverse gear to be that important in a vehicle. Really now...)
On the bright side, two weeks isn't that long. I guess
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