23.3.04

Transport

The prognosis on my car isn't good. The mechanics at my work can't figure it out so I have to take it elsewhere. My only hope now is that it ain't too pricey. There is nothing poetic about car repair. It is the most prosaic thing that I can think of. I would like to be poetic right now but I can't seem to muster the gumption. I gotta figure out now how to get home from work. Maybe by Yellow Submarine.

posted by rampage @ Tuesday, March 23, 2004

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