I got home from work today to see M looking rather gloomy in her room. I asked her how she was and she sort of groaned. I felt bad news coming. I was praying she wasn’t going to tell me she was moving out – I want to be the one to say that! Luckily, all she told me was that she hasn’t slept in 30 hours because she had to take J to the mechanics to get her car fixed and they both worked graveyard last night. She was loopy as hell.
She did tell me a fun story about her car though!
“I did something to my car.”
“Um, what do you mean?”
“Well, I was driving and some asshole came in front of me and cut me off! I had to slam on the brakes but I didn’t have time to downshift so I just threw it in neutral! Then I heard what sounded like grinding and exploding! Now my clutch isn’t catching properly and every gear I try to go into is hard, it feels sticky.”
Grrreat. I can’t wait until this thing explodes with her in it.
She went to bed at about 7pm tonight so I am excited to see how long she stays sleeping for! My guess is definitely over 24 hours. We will likely see her again sometime late Wednesday. It’s like a baby’s delivery date, any bets?
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