All for car recovery

Tuesday was an incredibly stressful day. I had my art history final at 12:45 Wednesday, and I didn't feel at all prepared. I hadn't even started memorizing the slides, which always takes at least an hour, and if I was asked a question about anything between 1920-1960 I was screwed. I felt confident about Pop Art, and that was about it. Everything else was just a blur. By the late afternoon I was starting to really panic, because I hadn't even started my color pages save for a few concept sketches in a notebook. My throat had been feeling a little scratchy all day, but I had chalked this up to merely eating something incorrectly and being paranoid. But it was getting worse and worse as time went on. Now is not the time to get sick , I kept telling myself. Work was nice enough. It was just myself and one other co-worker closing, and since she is not able to use the registers I was unable to leave the store, even during my unpaid break. This is in direct violation of California Labor Laws , so I'll have to talk to my manager about that. Anyway, it was busy enough that we weren't bored, but also busy enough that I couldn't go on a full half-hour lunch because I'd get called back out on the sales floor to ring. I had some fun customers. It was a good night...until I went out to my car and it wouldn't start. I would turn the key, and it would make a chakakakaka sound in the doors and dashboard, like the sound I'd imagine the speedometer would make if the numbers rolled over really quickly. Similar to fingers on a keyboard. Anyway. I got one of the security guards for the mall to come out and jump the car, and it started up so I hopped in and got ready to drive off. Well, that sucked since I was planning to work on my color pages after work ended I thought, but I've only lost about half an hour. Not so bad. I noticed that my gas was ridiculously low so I went to the gas station across the street from the mall and pumped about $10 worth...

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