My Car, The Piece Of Shit

My car is slowly falling apart. First, I noticed a problem with the wiper blades. When I turned them on high speed, they slowed down. Plus, one of the rubber blades is coming apart, but that's replaceable, so it doesn't count. Then I noticed a subtle, intermittent dimming of the dashboard lights. Then there was the crack that mysteriously showed up on my windshield.

Monday the dashboard lights wouldn't come on at all. That bugged me, but I was able to turn on the light on the ceiling long enough to set the cruise control so I didn't have to worry about not being able to see the speedometer. Last night the dashboard lights didn't come on again, but what I didn't know about was the tail lights didn't come on, either.

At least I didn't know anything until a cop pulled me over and told me about it. I was minding my own business, driving home from work, when I noticed the cars behind me pulling over and a cop coming up with his lights flashing. I pulled over, expecting him to zoom on past me. Imagine my surprise when he pulled over right in back of me. He was real cool about it, and just told me to turn on my emergency flashers and go straight home. So now I'm driving my husband's van while he tries to figure out what's wrong. He thinks there might be a loose wire, or bad ground connection, or something like that. It couldn't be as simple as a blown fuse.

As if my car turning into a piece of shit wasn't bad enough, somebody cut through a cable somewhere and shut down my internet for a WEEK! I don't know if it will still be down when I get home or not. I keep expecting it to be back up, but I keep getting dissapointed. I'm writing this on a computer at work, but this computer is driving me absolutely bat-shit crazy. The shift key only works about half the time, and I have to keep going back and fixing what is messed up.When I type something it takes a couple of seconds for the computer to realize I expect it to actually write out what I type, so I am also constantly waiting for it to catch up with me. I miss my laptop. If the internet is still down when I get home, I guess I'm going to have to write my posts on my laptop, save them on a floppy disk, and bring it in and open it at work. Or I could get on line at the library. At least their computers work, and won't make me cry and pull out my hair like this enormos piece of shit.