Fresh from a two-day dose of Mama, I am significantly less stress-addled. Unfortunately for you, that means that I am far less entertaining than normal, since I don't really have anything to complain about right now. But there is a ray of hope in this time of darkness and confusion: I have to take my car to the mechanic soon. I think that the problem is with my transmission, but Mama thinks that faulty fuel injection is the culprit. So, fingers crossed for fuel injection problems, because that's about $300 better than transmission problems.
Now as soon as Asshat gets my deposit back to me...
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