Apparently something is very very wrong with my car, and even the mechanic can’t figure out what it is. But after spark plugs, wires, ignition coil and air filter, I’m already in the hole four hundred bucks.
This is one of those times where I wish I kept some vodka behind the water cooler. Vodka and painkillers. And maybe a length of piping, so that when I get my car back I can run that shit from the exhaust right through the window, and put an end to this nonsense once and for all.
Edited to add:
I hereby declare today the “Day That I Will Do Nothing Except Read Through Erin’s Archives Because Life Is Just Too Depressing Right Now, and Her Blog Is Second Best to Pharmecuticals”.
You should do that too.