Well, uh, crud: my car won’t start. I was going to go have dinner with Jess but, when I turned the key, nothing happened save my dash lights came on like usual. I drive an old Volvo, and it’s always had a few problems (overheating in the summer, a speaker cover constantly falls off, the rear lights sometimes don’t work, etc.), but usually they’re nothing that impairs its ability to drive. It has apparently had enough of my shit (leaving empty water bottles inside, never vacuuming the mats, and giving it 87-octane gas, to name a few) and has decided to flip me the bird by remaining stubbornly in my parking lot. When Jess came to pick me up for dinner after I explained the situation, I tried again to start it, and it miraculously started. After talking to my dad about what it sounds like when I turn the key, he thinks I should have my battery tested and possibly my starter. I’ll be getting to that as soon as I can, because it’s darn inconvenient going without a car when you’re used to having one.