Diagnosis: Super Chev

Finally, at 5:30 my mechanic called. Apparently, the crankshaft ~note: not crookshank~ on engine isn't sparking. Because of my old engine, it's a little tricksey. It could still be the modulator attached with engine coils. Kevin is going up north tomorrow, so he won't get to my car until Monday. And he doesn't want the other guys in the shop to touch my car, therefore adding to the postponment. But that's okay. I can rest assured knowing that I have at least a primary diagnosis.

At work: more time on the register. I did some of everything tonight. I still don't know if I like it or not, but I guess that is just part of the job that I will have to deal with.

After work: it has been so long since I've gotten a text message that I almost forgot how to retrieve them. I actually stared at my phone asking it to come up for me. After a few seconds I remembered and all I can do is sing my own special song, even if nobody else sings along. AND I got to talk to my best friend in L.A. on the way home. We haven't talked in awhile and that makes me feel happy too. : )

I found my much sought after silver lining from yesterday. All I can say that I am counting my lucky stars that my car is deciding to break down now and not a year ago when I was still in school. Phew!