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It never fails.

Every single time I think I'll be okay to spend a little money on myself, something major happens. The car is broke. Again.

I went to see my dad. He wanted to move my car to see if he heard this noise I had been concerned and bam! Brakes are out. We put in more brake fluid. No help. We look for leaks. Nada. The car was fine when I left this morning. It's sure as shit broke now.

Dad drove me home. He's taking the car to a shop tomorrow. And I am grateful as fuck that I don't have to return to work until Thusday.