bad night. work went good. got home fine, stopped at walmart. when i started my car at walmart something felt…off. like it lurched a little or something. it was weird but i brushed it off. Got home, put stuff away, went to take neighbor to work.
yeah. car won’t start. it turns over but doesn’t catch. possibly my fuel pump apparently. 2003 Chevy Cavalier.
fuck a damn duck.
the good - getting a tow in the morning to a garage, covered by my roadside assistant. i can borrow my sister’s car - ONLY for tomorrow - so I don’t miss work. can borrow friend’s car if needed tomorrow night for duration if it’s not a quick fix or i need time to come up with the money.
and I’m home safe, not stranded somewhere.
My wallet’s already screaming at me and I don’t even have a clue yet what I’m looking at.
I hope I manage to sleep at least a little bit tonight.
I’m definitely doing too much - my back went out yesterday pretty bad and I haven’t fully recovered yet. I don’t want to leave Panera but 12 hrs on my feet between it and Speedway on the weekends is more than my body can take anymore it seems. SIGH….I’ve given myself til the end of October to see how it goes…
and now off to my main job….