Let me tell you about my weekend. I drove six hours and made it to Rapid City. My first night home, I was sleeping in my amazing, comfy, queen size bed, with my little sister. I woke up at midnight, to her puking on my pillow. Yes, puking on my pillow. Not only did I have a puke-covered bed, I got to do laundry at 12 o clock in the morning. After finally getting some sleep, I woke up to a house full of flu-infected children. All four of my sisters had the flu. I thought I could get away from it. Turns out I got the flu, was up all night and missed Monday's classes. I then had to drive 6 hrs recovering from the flu, every bump and turn made me want to vomit. About 20 miles from the Vermillion exit, I notice my car making weird noises. I think it was the transmission. As soon as I pulled up to the parking lot, my car completely died on me. It would turn over, but the check engine, oil light, and battery light were all on. I tried 6 times, and finally got it over to a parking spot, where it will sit until someone will tow it.
I've had an awesome weekend.
Oh, Kaitlyn. It sounds like you had quite the weekend. I feel for you! Good luck with the car. I just got mine fixed after leaving it in the parking lot for a month, so I feel your pain!
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