Have chunged two beers, want more, but sister says no. Yes, I asked her If I could have a third one. Tomorow I get to go to work and see whether it's stress, or if I'm in danger of losing my job. Oh, and I get to tell him the front right wheel is messed up, (I'm thinking axel or bushings, make loud pop, pop, pop, pop pop noise everytime I make a right turn.)
I'm so fucked.
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