It seems like my little Versa has finally decided that it was done with life. I'm outside my brother's house, waiting on a pickup so I can get back home. I think something blew in the engine, and I just don't have the means to fix it this time around. I'm not complaining, this car has been such a good little warrior for me for the time I've had it, and my brother and sister-in-law drove this thing into the ground before I got it. So, I'm really not complaining, I'm just annoyed at myself for allowing this to even happen. But, yeah... Now Logan has to come pick me up so we can still get the weekend together, which just adds so much time to his already long day. And he'll have to drop me off on Sunday, which means we get miss out on that extra night together. Bah. It feels like life is constantly kicking me while I'm already laid out on the ground.
I think I'll have it towed to a shop and see what the actual problem is, but if the fix is more than my car is worth, I'm just going to have to accept that it's dead. At least Logan has his new Charger, so thank goodness for that. If he has to come get me every weekend until we move, at least he loves driving his car and it won't be such a chore.
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