I still object to today's plans, even though, thankfully, things have kind of changed. My sister and brother-in-law are not picking up my niece in Carver County and then going back to St. Paul. Instead, later this afternoon they are meeting my niece and their parent(s; brother's going, sister-in-law may not be my sister-in-law for all I know) in St. Paul. Appreciate not taking the car back down there a second straight day. But my parents and I are still taking the minivan to meet them in downtown St. Paul just a few hours later -- in downtown St. Paul, at the same time as the Wild Game. And just now, I helped Father load in the removable back seats. Mother said that if they need to junk the van, they can do so with all the seats in the back.
Wait -- are they junking the car? She now fucking springs me the news that it's leaking oil and water. Is the minivan even going to fucking make it to St. Paul? Is it going to not overheat while it's idling behind a dozen cars full of hockey fans? And I don't even know if I'm going to find parking on such a busy night.
And then my parents just told me that they need to use the van on Tuesday, so if my sister needs to fucking take my car, that I have no car on Tuesday. Where the hell am I going to sleep? Goddammit, I hate my whole fucking family right now, this is too goddamn much. ...
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