Yesterday I went to start my car, it wouldn't work. So, I called my boss to tell her I couldn't come in because my car wouldn't start, she called me back saying she would pick me up on her way in. Wonderful. I worked all day, went to the funeral, and finally got home to call M to see if he could come check the car out.
We tried jumping it, but it wasn't the battery. I knew it wasn't the gas, because I just filled the fucking gas tank. We checked the oil. Oil. Yeah, oil. Um, there wasn't any. So we put some in, but the car still wouldn't start. So I came in, ordered chinese delivery, ate it, and crashed.
I woke up at 10:30 this morning. Lovely sleep! I called my brother a few minutes ago to see if he could come check it out for me. He said he would be here in about an hour. Please, please pray it's nothing major. I just paid off all my credit cards, so now I am broke! This car, is the back up to the one I totaled. I have no idea what I am going to do if I can't get this car working by Monday morning. I can't really think about it right now either, because I will just want to cry.
Now, I am going to go take a nice shower, so I can stop looking like the ugly school teacher on Mat!lda.