I am again without a car. This time, I didn't crash it. It didn't even break down on me... almost. What really happened was that the oil light came on and a friend of mine checked the oil and it was empty. We put in a quart and couldn't see a difference. We put in a second quart and... well... we checked under the car to make sure it wasn't just going through. We eventually found it with the anti-freeze. Oil and anti-freeze apparently don't mix.
I just bought the car an have only been driving it for a couple of months. It had a wrecking yard engine put in before I got it, but the warranty was only 45 days. (That seems kinda short to me... especially for an engine.) This is the same problem the original engine had. Brian just caught it before the car stopped working for me.
As for now, I don't know what I'm going to do. I am told by multiple parties (the guy who "fixed" it and friends alike) that the car isn't really worth saving. It would make a good electric car, but it will cost four or five thousand and 1000 man hours to convert. (Of course I don't want to embark on such a project, but I wouldn't mind having the finished product.
I was a bit grumpy over this situation for the past couple of days. It happened on a Wednesday and until yesterday, I was feeling down. Guess what happened yesterday... nothing. I just slept in, woke up, felt more down because it was raining and my plan to walk the dog was canceled. So I brought her inside, dried her off and took a nap. All the sleep put me in a good mood this morning. That and prayer. I've been praying a lot over the last few days. I don't particularly like feeling down. Especially when people can tell in my voice and treat me different.
I had a dream last night, where I got into a gun fight and killed someone. We were on separate teams, so it was expected that one of us would kill the other. I was hiding in a corridor where time slowed down. He and this girl walked through and I hoped that he didn't see me, but he popped back around the corner with his gun raised and fired.
Since time slows down in this corridor, I dodged the bullet and fired back. he smacked my bullet away. We fired back and forth at one another dodging bullets until I got the bright idea to stop aiming at his head. I hit him the next three times in the chest. I walked over to him and kicked his gun away. Then I sat down and watched him die. It felt wrong to let him die alone. I recognized him from a college class. He told me that I won fair and square, and I said I was hoping he didn't see me. I didn't want to fight. He asked me to tell him a movie idea. He always wanted to make a movie but he didn't know what about. I told him to make it about a kid who sleeps and dreams of commanding an army and leading them into battle, but wakes up and does nothing in his life. He dreams of flying a space ship faster than anyone has ever flown before, but wakes up, works at a fast food joint, eats, and goes back to sleep. He dreams of trekking through thick jungles, jumping from treetop to treetop, discovering evil robots and battling them, saving the world time and time again, and he wakes up to nothing. the point of the film is to discover what would be real. Are dreams worth living for?
He died sometime during my pitch. The girl walked through again, looked at us, disgusted. She kept walking. I didn't follow. I picked up his gun, stowed it away, and went to find another place to hide.
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