I decided I would go to the doctor. I got a nasty headache a few days after someone tried to steal my car. I just got sick of it, you know?

I went to the doctor and he said "hmm, sounds like migranes". He gave me a sample of Relpax in a brown paper bag.

The next day I got sick. I think it was from all the sickly hacking cough people in the doctors office. I remember sitting there reading Scientific America and hating the sick coughing fuckers.

I got my car back. The autobody place did a good job on it. They cleaned it all up. Right now I'm torn between selling it and saving the extra 300-400 bucks a month and fixing all the small things that are wrong with and holding on to it untill it dies. Cars.

The thing is, I love cars. I like the honesty in the relationship between a car and a person. Don't let me mislead you - I know shit about fixing a car. I understand basically how they work but that's it. I love my automobile. I think it looks like it's about to go jogging all the time. I don't know why, but it does.