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heavenly oversight....
I am craving chocolate very badly. Enough to brave the ghetto schnucks, if I had to. Instead, I merely have to put my sandals on and drive over to Walgreens.
Drive. In a car that sounds increasingly worse. I'm hoping dad'll be awake enough to come out and listen to it run.
Not worrying enough to cancel DC. But worrying. Because it sounds icky. It's probably something very simple, like wear on the engine. Or a slipping belt.
And I'm hungry. Which is ridiculous, since I just ate.
Bah.
Drive. In a car that sounds increasingly worse. I'm hoping dad'll be awake enough to come out and listen to it run.
Not worrying enough to cancel DC. But worrying. Because it sounds icky. It's probably something very simple, like wear on the engine. Or a slipping belt.
And I'm hungry. Which is ridiculous, since I just ate.
Bah.