Annoying, and ANNOYING.
Had to have my car towed home again.
What I should be annoyed about is the fact that my car is broken again, for the second time in as many months, and I flat can’t afford to have it fixed any time soon.
What I am annoyed about is the premonition I had walking up to it in the parking lot that something was grotesquely wrong with it. I mean, I knew there was something wrong with my car, even though I had just driven it back from the store not an hour beforehand (without incident or symptoms), even though what is wrong with it is utterly and completely not visible externally.
Because I can’t think of a good reason how it is I should’ve known something was about to go awry. It doesn’t fit with my world view. I don’t want to accept premonitions as a real part of the universe, not without a good scientific explanation, and I can’t think of even a passable one at the moment.
The universe can go fuck itself for a while and leave me the hell alone.