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Talked to an autoshop about my Versa. I've taken cars to this place before, and unlike fucking Mountain View, they've never tried to tell me something was wrong with my car when it wasn't in the hopes that I wouldn't know better and they could charge me for shit I didn't need. I'll get it towed in tomorrow morning and go from there. Since it is parked at my brother's house in Eastvale, I haven't been out there since last Thursday, so I haven't been able to run my OBD2 reader on it to see what errors pop up, at least that way I would have a vague idea of what's going on. But, I'll do that tomorrow before it gets towed, at least I can let the shop know what's popping up. I mean, they'll run their own, but I like to have an idea as well so I'm not going in completely blind. I'm praying that it's not something that would total it. I have an idea of how much I am willing to spend, and if it's over that number, I'm just going to have to get rid of it either through a cheap sale to someone who can fix it or scrap. I just really don't want to be without a car of my own when the move is still so far off. But, we'll see. It is what it is, and I can't make it be anything else, so yeah.

I'm still so mad at myself for even allowing this to happen. Considering it is an older car, and it was so hot the last few weeks, I should have checked the fluid levels before I drove to my brother's, but I didn't and that was stupid of me. I know better. But,at least if it was going to die, it died close to home and not when I was like, halfway to Hidden Hills. If It broke down in like, Pasadena or Glendale, I would be totally fucked. I mean, I still may be, but at least it's within tow range for my AAA membership. So yeah, fingers crossed that the damage isn't too bad.

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.