It's Friday.
Late afternoon Friday.
Where do I want to be right now you ask?
At work.
Stocking my sections.
And goofing off with Savea.
Where am I instead you inquire?
Stuck.
At the Institute building.
Why you wonder?
Because.
I will tell you.
Ida, my car, is being lame-o.
She's doing that the-alarm-is-going-to-go-off-non-stop-and-drive-you-crazy thing.
Again.
When this happens (fyi this is take 2), I cannot drive her.
So here I sit.
At Institute.
Stranded.
All alone.
On a Friday afternoon.
Really?
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