So I'll start with my weekend. I saw a lot of people - some of which I haven't in a while. It was cool, I guess. But there were a lot more people around than I'm used to... people are just not my thing. But all in all I would say it went well. Except for my car. It was acting a little crazy. But more on that later.
Oh, and how could I forget... my sister-in-law called me up and said I had just a few hours to see my niece, Lana, (who's four months old and I helped deliver) before she leaves for Mississippi with her. WTF?? My brother gets out of boot camp next week and you're going to take his kid and leave? I haven't got to talk to him since he is in boot camp, but I really don't think he's gonna be happy about that. Anyway...
Sunday rolled around. My kiddo woke up sick... throwing up and pooping a lot. That was no good. I ended up going to Munford because my step-dad's a mechanic and he replaced my fuel filter or something and helped (my car - not Shadow), but not a lot. On to Monday...
I got to work, the boss asked me to go do production work (which in no way am I above doing) so I did. It's not fun except that I got to work near a friend so we could talk the whole day. Well, throughout the day I started feeling worse and worse. Finally at 2:00 I went home. It was maybe 10 minutes after that that I started puking and running to the toilet every few minutes. That was not fun. AT ALL. I didn't even make it in to work today which sucks for my paycheck, but I really still feel like crap. I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Now, about my car. It was doing this thing where it wouldn't go. Yeah - just wouldn't go. It would crank and then it would creep along at less than a mile per hour. Sometimes it would pick up speed, but not nearly fast enough. I'm talking - I'd be at a green light and start to go and be in the middle of the intersection when it turned red again. That SUCKED. People were honking at me and passing me (which I couldn't blame them for), but damn.
Anyway, it finally quit on me tonight. I was stranded in Anniston for like two and a half hours. A kind stranger took us all to Nick's place (because I was taking him home and we made it pretty close to there) and my car wouldn't go up the hill. It would barely even go on flat ground. But anyway, my step-dad came up to Anniston in his big truck and took me and Shadow home and hauled my car to Munford so that he could check it out. I hope it gets fixed soon.
And - just to make me not want to sleep tonight (because I have a hard time doing so when my house is jacked up) my house is a disaster. A BIG one. There's a good reason for it and it's totally ok, but it's driving me crazy. And I'm too tired to even mess with it.
So... if you read all of this: Thanks for listening to me be pitiful.
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