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This week is not shaping up to be the best in the world, but I'm sure I'll be able to handle it.

Last night while I was driving to Adam and Kaela's for Adam's birthdya party I noticed that my cars breaks were making REALLY bad noises. Like - these are noises no brakes should ever make and I can FEEL that something is not right.

This worries me.

It especially worried me last night because I had to drive myself to work today - I needed the car to go to the court housey thingy to get my plates renewed and my address changed.

More on that later.

The drive to work was alright but I was petrified that my brakes were going to fail or that I was doing more damage to them. Pat is an old car and needs to be treated with love and kindess. I worry about what I'm doing to her. Luckily, there's a brake shop RIGHT NEXT DOOR to me at home, so I'll stop there on my way back. Maybe they can fit me in this week and I can have it by the weekend. I also hope that my carpool driver isn't dead. But what I REALLY hope is that it doesn't cost an arm and a leg :( But at least I got my plates renewed.

Speaking of which...I HATE THAT FRIKKEN PLACE!!!! Not only did it take a horrid about of time (namly, my full lunch hour) they were playing that goddam Cuba Gooding Jr. movie with the sled dogs. I was wincing in pain and agony by the time they called my number. I sprinted over to the desk with my forms all filled out, driver liscense ready, and the guy was

the.
slowest.
typer.
ever.

SNAILS could type faster than he could AND THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE FINGERS! He typed with two fingers, hunting out the letters like he had never seen a keyboard before, staring into the moniter like it was written in sanskrit ("Sanskrit...you're majoring in a two thousand year old dead language..." "Yup." "Hmm, latin, it's the best I can do. NEXT!"). He walked sloooooooooooooowly to the printer to get my papers, he walked sloooooooooooooowly back to me. He took ages finding just the right paperclip to bind my papers together and counted out my changed with extreme caution as if, perhaps, we had converted to the british unit of currency (which makes no sense to anyone, including the British).

I got back to my office 15 minutes late. I had told Sharon that I was going there on my lunch hour so she wasn't too shocked with my tardiness - if fact she understood and told me to go down, get a salad and eat it in the back room while I worked on the interview handout for our clients.

So I did get my lunch, and I did get my plates and my address changed on my DL, so those are all good things.

Now if only Pat would just miracously get better in the night.

"We need an old chrystler and a new chrystler!"
"The power of Ford compells you! The power of Ford compells you!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Dead Collector : Bring out yer dead.
[a man puts a body on the cart]
Large Man with Dead Body : Here's one.
The Dead Collector : That'll be ninepence.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I'm not dead.
The Dead Collector : What?
Large Man with Dead Body : Nothing. There's your ninepence.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I'm not dead.
The Dead Collector : 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Large Man with Dead Body : Yes he is.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I'm not.
The Dead Collector : He isn't.
Large Man with Dead Body : Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I'm getting better.
Large Man with Dead Body : No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
The Dead Collector : Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I don't want to go on the cart.
Large Man with Dead Body : Oh, don't be such a baby.
The Dead Collector : I can't take him.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I feel fine.
Large Man with Dead Body : Oh, do me a favor.
The Dead Collector : I can't.
Large Man with Dead Body : Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
The Dead Collector : I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Large Man with Dead Body : Well, when's your next round?
The Dead Collector : Thursday.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I think I'll go for a walk.
Large Man with Dead Body : You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't : I feel happy. I feel happy.
[the Dead Collector glances up and down the street furtively, then silences the Body with his a whack of his club]
Large Man with Dead Body : Ah, thank you very much.
The Dead Collector : Not at all. See you on Thursday.
Large Man with Dead Body : Right.
YOu didn't call me last night asking to be driven to the emergency room so that either meant that a) you were slightly better or b) died in your sleep.

I'll give you a call tonight.