Used the minivan to see Grandmother's friend (whom I did not see; she was asleep, and I have a rule that I don't want to wake people up because I don't want to be woken up while I'm asleep). Came home, then decided to check out the tire -- you know, just in case. And I'll be goddamned, but it was just about flat again. I don't know what the fuck is up with it, but that tire has consistently been giving me trouble ever since that fateful goddamn day I ran over those train tracks right next to Centro. I swear it's the wheel/rim, but I've been told once already it's not. And when I finally was able to change it out for my spare (they're right; change tires on level ground), I couldn't find a puncture.
On top of all that, I freaked out because my spare looked like it was out of air. I think I stroked out as I sloooooooooowly drove off and tried to find a place I could put air in this spare. I went to three places; two of them, both at gas stations, were out of order. I also tried a DIY place, but I didn't see an air hose anywhere. Finally, I remembered, and got to, a gas station that did have an air hose, and by God, I jacked up that spare with as much air as I could have given it. (Should've gauged the spare before I put in the hose, however; that way I would know exactly how much air to put in it. This is where I get all panicked again. Need to think under pressure!) But my anxiety that ignites in me whenever my car breaks down, well, I felt it as soon as I saw the deflated tire on my car. And my heart's still beating a mile a minute. I hate this feeling. I feel minutes coming off of my life because of the fear I feel right now.
With that being said, I am finding ways to alleviate my anxiety. Masturbation helped for, like, a minute. Now, I will probably use the minivan to drive and get me some fast food. I'll be using the minivan for a while; no shop is open tomorrow (and it wouldn't even matter if there was one because I work), and then I'm back in The Fourth Department Monday and Tuesday. Plus I finally was able to get the oil down to 15%, which seems like a good time to get the oil changed (and, according to the car, to also rotate the tires [he-heh] and exchange the coolant. Oh yeah -- the rattling and squealing underneath the car, too. It'd make sense to get all those things done at once, and I might as well take a day off and do it this week. But this is all the more reason I like having a spare car. I don't have to miss a beat when it comes to important things like work. If I only had one car, I would be stuck at home and have to reorder every part of my schedule for days on end.
Now, I just have to hope that the minivan holds up. I'll be honest, though; after getting the water pump, mount and brake pads replaced just over a year ago, I think it's a very reliable vehicle. In fact, I kind of feel safer there than in my car ever since my car started rattling and squealing.
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