And after such a lovely, if blustery, night it makes perfect sense that I would find my car in the above state. It precipitated occasionally throughout Sunday and some of Monday. Now it is fixed, some dudes came and fixed it this morning, but the slight rage I have lingers. Lingers in a lovely way that leads me to want to write an essay about Veronica Mars and the ass hole who threw a bottle through my car's window and didn't even have the decency to steal anything to make it worthwhile/understandable.And now we're back to present day. End scene.
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