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Car hood started spewing vapor when I pulled into the garage at work. So I called Bill (NOT Matt, fuck you, Matt) from the office, and have to take it out to Bennet before 11:00 so someone is there to give me a ride back.

It has been raining for three days straight, in the same direction, and the basement window is, understandably I think, leaking.

Fuck.

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Not Bennet, Walton. I always get that wrong.

Drove the car out to Bill. It went like a kitten for the first mile or so, but then steamed up again at 33rd Street. Bill suspects hoses. Bill's assistant, whose name I can never remember even though he's the nicest man on the planet, drove me back in his giant truck.

I told him about the thing with the timing belt and Matt. We did our little Midwestern dance of extreme politeness, since we are not a trash-talking people, but we eventually agreed that Matt is a goddamn tool.

I am just glad that the engine is making steam, and not fire. It may have been doing this for a couple of days -- the ran has been so hard and so nonstop that any vapor was invisible against the rain froth.

I do hope I have money for this.