Oh, I'm not a doctor

OK, so I really like this car, but it's starting to show it's age. I'm tired of the interior door panel that keeps trying to fall off. It makes a buzzing noise sometimes, and that annoys me. I've had it "repaired" by the dealer and by others, and it just won't stay attached. This means it's expensive to fix, so I should just learn to fucking live with it, eh?

I want to make it clear that I like the car and I'm not saying things behind it's back. I suppose I should go hug it or something. I ground a gear on it today, just a teensy bit, nothing totally alarming, but I felt really bad immediately after doing it. You know, like a total guilty idiot. I then noticed that the BMW has 95K on it and I started thinking that maybe I should have the clutch looked at...but that could get expensive, so I guess I won't.

Is it necessary for me to apply anthropomorphic qualities to my car? yes. yes it is.

Also, I tend to be less paranoid about maintenance now that we aren't putting a billion miles on the car every year. My hiking fetish really cost that car some miles. For a while there we were taking frequent trips together. Then, last summer, poor Tino had to come pick me up and drop me off in such elegant places as High Point, NJ and Boiling Springs, PA and Port Clinton, PA. I suppose all that driving adds up.

Earlier this week, the BMW smelled strongly of gasoline inside. I found this a tad stressful, because that is generally a really bad sign. I was hoping someone tracked gas into the car, but no. The next day, same thing. The next day, nothing. Turns out that the car was parked in the same spot the two mornings it smelled, so either it's a neighbor's car leaking or it was parked over a puddle of gas.

Goddamn, I just worry about shit too much, don't I? And I should be working. And I'm not because...well...because I'm lazy.

Good hair day is over. Stupid force of gravity foiled me again. My hair is very fine, quite thick (and therefore heavy) and slipperier than WD40. I put in any sort of device for control, and it gradually slips out until the thing is holding on to...nothing much. My hair will not hold a curl unless nasty chemicals are applied or it dries that way (then it's subject to the laws of humidity, which are in control of everything here).

I don't hate my hair or anything, it's slipperiness is just a bit frustrating.