The car broke down again. Well almost. It suffered the same symptoms it did the last two times it broke down, so I high-tailed it back to school. So I won’t be going home. And I won’t be having my teeth drilled tomorrow.
I will, however, be going back to the garage where it was “fixed” and getting some answers from them. I have a feeling that will be like pulling teeth.
Apathy, brought on by eating too much pizza, makes for poor puns…