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Feeling less exhausted today than yesterday. Still taking the day "off." Dreading having to have a possible showdown with the mechanic on Wednesday.

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So, thinking Monday will be a comic day. Tuesday a writing day. Wednesday will be a titanic struggle with the mechanic, and fall out from that. Thursday, if I feel up to it, comic day. Friday, writing.

If I'm stuck here, might as well make the best of it.

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Heart: "Okay, when you see the mechanic, tell him the brakes haven't been working in a while, and that you didn't hear anything for MONTHS. Tell him anything, just get him convinced it's all his fault."
Brain: "Why don't I just tell the truth, and let him know it happened quickly, over a few hours, and likely because the calipers appear to be sticky?"
Heart: "HE WON'T BELIEVE YOU. YOU WILL BE CHARGED FULL PRICE. YOU'RE GOING TO GET SCREWED OVER."
Brain: "I'm not gonna lie - the brakes are his fault, and we know they are, and we're gonna tell him the truth without embellishing it with stuff that isn't true."
Heart: "FINE DON'T LISTEN TO ME, I'LL JUST TELL YOUR ADRENAL GLAND TO PUMP YOU FULL OF ANXIETY UNTIL YOU LISTEN TO ME."
Brain: "This is why we don't talk anymore, Heart. Also, why I have high blood pressure."

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Feeling a lot better now that I got all that out of my system. Money is a thorny issue with me, and wasting it, knowing how rare it is these days, even when it's not my money, hurts. Even the thought I might be disappointing people, even more.