:: Saturday, November 02, 2002 ::

"I am Jack's [vehicular adventure stories]..." (Fight Club)

Tonight, Burns and Mulrich went with me to a party-type function about 20 minutes from campus. As we were driving back, Toby (my single-white-male, ghetto-funk-brother car) declared, "Clunk, clank, grinding, grinding, GRINDING!" We pulled into the first gas station we found. Twas the back left tire. Again x 2.
Before I could even feel very worried, I noticed a rather familiar man walking out of the gas station. First thought: "No way." Second thought: "Wow, God."
"Mr. Arden!" This man fixed my car on Monday; if anyone in the world would be able to diagnose the problem and fix it, he would be the one. Mr. Arden had me follow them back to his house, where he remedied el problemo. (The whole deal was the wrong clip on a tiny screw that was getting loose, lodging itself in the brakes, and creating awful noises.) I just have to not use the parking brake until Monday morning, when he will put a new clip on.
Can you imagine more perfect timing? The Ardens were supposed to have left for the weekend 2 hours before, but for some reason, they couldn't get out of the house on time. Now we all know what that "some reason" was. Just another reminder that God is incredibly good.

Current time: 4:00 a.m.
Number of the last 168 hours in which I have slept: 24
Average sleep each night for the past week: 3.24 hrs.
Current status: What?

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