Baby you can drive my car

I'm not feeling so great today. I feel like I'm going to vomit. I'm sure that is something everyone wanted to know. Maybe it was the coffee...I knew I shouldn't have had two cups. Wow, I really feel weird. My head is spinning. It feels like a hangover, yet I didn't drink last night. And it's not fair to have the hangover feeling without the fun that usually precedes it. I have to take my car to the shop this weekend. I'm such a f'in idiot when it comes to cars- all I can tell the mechanics is "the engine sounds weird". When I tell my Dad, he always asks "what's it doing?". Fuck if I know, it sounds like it's being tortured. I don't even know what pieces are under the hood- engine, oil thing, air filter...what else, I don't know. Then my Dad and I get in a fight about the car- he says "it's all you've got", I say "I know this, the situation just sucks", he replies "why are you yelling at me?", and I answer "I'm just frustrated, can't I complain about it?" This happens at least once a month, same conversation, same situation. It will never be resolved until years from now, many years, when I can afford to buy a new car. I dream of that day. Not having the fear that the car is going to die at any moment. If I'm driving home late at night, I think "hope it doesn't die now". If I'm heading home from work through the narrow moutain roads, I think "hope it doesn't die now". You get what I'm saying. I can't stop talking about the same things over and over, I need something new to talk about. Unfortunately for anyone who's bored enough to read this, it's all I've got.
Reagan