My car was stolen. My beloved Maxi is most likely in Mexico right now getting its insides torn out and sold for dirty money. I'm not going to write anything self-righteous here. I've just been having a horrible week. Several hours after discovering that my car had been stolen, I myself felt like my insides were being torn out due to food poisoning at the dining hall. I've been stuck in bed with a fever for a few days.
A: Yeah. Shit happens.
C: Listen to a$$, it'll cheer you up!
It's quite a good song, but definitely a bit nauseous when sick.
Waiting for life to pick itself up. Hopefully before midterms week.