I've got that "useless" feeling rising up from the pit of my stomach tonight. Like bile, only it's not something you can see, it's an emotion.
It's always the little things ...
tonight, driving home (yes, too fast as usual) the car seemed to almost stall (but not) and a weird light flashed up on my dashboard. The light depicted something that looked like a half full stomach. WTF is THAT? I am CLUELESS as to what it means, so about to go and sit in the car with the manual (which may as well be written in Japanese) to try and figure it out.
I hate this useless feeling.
Just in case, I have arranged to borrow my friend's husband to take a look at it (and install the handsfree for iphone kit), and actually I think maybe I'll just go to the dealership on Saturday and ask them to check it out.
The car is only a year old, so it should be fine ... but my intuition is telling me check it.
It's not that I'm lazy, but the interest to learn about cars is just not there. It doesn't do it for me.
And it makes me wonder if I thanked him enough, for every little thing that he did for me, without even being asked.
I think I did ... but right now I'm not entirely sure any more.
Brian King, please put down the fucking phone, so I can ask you if I should drive it to work tomorrow. If you don't put down the phone, I'm going to cry. And hard.