I think my car has finally kicked the bucket... or is circling the drain. It was towed to the mechanic in the town where I work, where it awaits a checkup (its second this week). The engine was crapping out on me when I idled at lights. Not good. I am sad. I had grown so attached to it. I had worried about it's death at one point last year (when the engine was making the car shake violently, turned out to be a simple fix). The idea of having to get a new car stressed me out so much. I sat at my office computer, eyes glazed over, pondering the infinite choices- but not wanting any of them.
I'm also wondering about the commute now- like how I can do it with no car and wildly inconvenient commuter rail trains.