My car died on Friday night, about 5 miles from a friends house. Got a ride home (about 45 min away from dead car) and the cops called to tell me I needed to drive back over and push my car off the road. So I got home at 11:30 after moving the broken car. We put on a 5k run on Sat morning for a kid who's mom passed away. 3 runners showed up to it-- all the people on facebook that said they were gonna come bailed. Spent the rest of the day Sat working on my friend's jeep, then spent the whole day on Sunday working on my broken car, that I towed to my friends house. While towing, broke the tow strap and put a crack in my windshield.
That's crappy. I've only just started to recover from a gastric flu type bug I came down with about this time last week. I could hardly eat a thing for days. Although one good thing that came out of it is I've reached my weight loss target now.
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