missed exits or a jinx

my car won't start. and this story really started on friday, which is when hot gig said my car sounded funny. i believe velouria mentioned it, too. these are things i never notice because my music is usually screechingly loud.

that was friday night. fast forward to last night and the missed exits portion of this post. donovan and lily had an xmas party. they live up north, and i had to exit on parmer. which didn't happen. i took the next exit and doubled back. when i left the party and was on my way back, i missed my exit off I-35. so i took the next one, turned on red river, and was headed back in the direction of my apartment. and that's when my car decided to stop. right across from the LBJ library and right in front of the entrance for that athletic field also across from the library.

being drunk, i thought it best to abandon my car, walk home (which wasn't that far away), and take care of it in the morning.

which is today. sunday. when no garages are open. so i got my car towed to my apartment, and i'll get it towed somewhere in the morning, and then take the bus to work and hope for a call of good news from a mechanic.

the sad thing is, when i went back to my car this morning and called to get it towed, the tow people had to know where to tow it to. i didn't know, and i don't know any garages, and i knew my dealership was closed today, and i didn't know what to do, and the first person i thought to call was my ex. so i called him, had my little freak out, and he helped me out. and i feel stupid about it. when it comes to cars, i'm such a girl. i never know what to do about any of it. and anytime something fucks up with my car, panic attacks ensue because it's one of the problems i don't know how to handle. i can't fix it by placing a comma or hyphen somewhere. but the fact that the first person i went to for help was my ex is a little disturbing to me. i shouldn't have to rely on him for help when i'm being panicky.

on a side note, when i called the roadside assistance number to get towed, a question they kept on repeating was "are you in a safe place?" which is new to me because that last time i was towed in september '05, i was never asked that question. and it seemed a little invasive. "are you in a safe place?" what, are you now my therapist, roadside assistance operator?

anyway. now back to sleep, and i'll panic about this more when i wake up. oy.