that'd be right - silly car is very sick. i take it to the dealer tomorrow morning for him to check out properly (and other work they have to do on it to start with). but so that's heaps good. ba baow. but lovely tim came with me for moral support this arvo. i hate doing things like that (not going places with tim, but complaining or making a fuss maybe). i don't know why. i feel stupid? i feel annoying? i don't know. it's a bit strange... i think there's too much concern for what people think of me. i dunno.
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