It Lives!

My car is fixed! Anxiety attack averted. Apaarently it was an alternator problem.

I caught a ride with Jesse to get to our Saturday class, located in the next town over. He and Paul have been having some problems, so he vented a little on the drive. Their relationship has been shaky ever since he returned from basic training.
I'm actually pretty proud of Jesse. He's one of the few people I know who went into the military and didn't come out a total dick or asshole, like most military guys end up becoming after basic. Well, I suppose they were assholes before, but something about the military, especially army, seems to bring out the worse in people. Maybe its that whole mindless pride thing. Or the overkill of testosterone.
Anyways, Jesse has a good head on his shoulders, and managed to rise above the military bullshit instead of succumbing to it.

Class was loooong, but manageable. I picked up my car afterwards, and went to Z's for a nap. I woke up with enough time to install my Chem program, but the guys showed up for their weekly D&D game shortly after, so I packed up.

I took the car out for a drive, trying to test it. On the highway it seemed to have a rough shift somewhere between 62 and 70, especially when it was downshifting. After a while it smoothed itself out. It'll run for now, hopefully a transmission flush will keep it going a little longer. My lease is up in April, and my classes don't end until the end of June (most will be don't by mid-May), with a three week practicum afterwards, and possibly another summer class.
This summer I'll practically be living in my car.

I ended up out by the sea, my favorite place to go think, and after a week like this, I had a lot to think about. It was so dark by then you couldn't really see anything, but you would hear the waves and the splashing of the half-frozen waterfalls. It was nice.