My Poor Car

Just finished my 100 voacab words. Mostly BSed it, mixing in words from previous versions. That means that I officially have nothing left to do. I have 5 days left, but really I have 3. The last day is the picnic and thursday I have a jazz thing. Hooray.

On a more somber note, my car broke. It just won't start. Poor thing. So I'm carless for the weekend because auto repair places aren't open. Bastards. zeus.