Thank God that Cub Foods had antifreeze, because Walgreens and Big Lots didn't have it.  Sure enough, there was no coolant in the tank.  I put it in, and the thermostat stayed where it was ... until about halfway through my drive home, when I slowed down and the thermostat went up.  Just a tad, but above level, and I freaked out again, but then I started accelerating, and it went back down.  And then it started going up, steadily, as I approached home.  But I made it home, thank Buddha.  The thermostat still was going up, though, and so maybe this piece of shit needs more than antifreeze.
I can't trust this car now.  And that sucks, because I think everybody should be able to have two cars in case one needs service.  I remember when my main car had that smart key indicator light on, and so I used the minivan for a week -- confidently.  And now that motherfucking thing is breaking down on me.  What would I do if the minivan had this problem when my main car had its problem?  I would be absolutely lost and helpless.
And now I'm worried I destroyed the minivan's shocks and struts and axels because I drove it up and down that curb.  Ah, who fucking cares about that -- I need to worry about the radiator or something.  Whatever, I won't be driving that car for the rest of the season.  Don't care about it anymore.  Can't care about it anymore.  And now I have to hope to Buddha my main car won't go to shit on me.
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