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Yesterday I hit a raised manhole cover on a stretch of road that was milled down for repaving, and cracked the oil pan in my car. The bump felt harder than it should have, but I didn't think of it at the time. I made it to my apartment a mile or so down the road, and as I got out, I smelled a heavy oily smell. I looked under the car and saw oil dribbling out onto the driveway. And there was an incriminating line of oil drips leading from the road right to my car.

I cleaned it up the best that I could, but it's still going to leave a splotch. I hope the condo association doesn't yell at me for messing up the driveway.

And seriously... goddamnitsomuch...

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Dad threatened to help me buy a new car, but even with his help I'm a little worried about taking on a car payment right now. So we're going to repair the carnage, and I'm going to squeeze a few more miles out of the old car for now.

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The gabapentin is wiping out the headaches, but it's making concentration very difficult. I don't know how I'm getting anything done. I'm surprised my boss hasn't said anything to me about not being all there for the past month.

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So the post isn't totally miserable, here's a video of a police officer singing karaoke in Glasgow: http://news.sky.com/story/cops-karaoke-classic-is-a-glasgow-pub-hit-10302383