Yes, Alanis Morisette used that line to sell her music, way back when. Ironically enough (pun definitely intended), it describes my weekend thus far.
Friday was all scheduled out, as any busy day ought to be. Classes, lunch, shoot for The Breeze, pack, get David, drive to Ashburn. Of course, that plan crumbled when my car took up smoking on the way home. I got to North 38 for the pictures and couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but it smelled like burning coolant. After snapping what I needed, I made the mile-long drive to my apartment and popped the hood.
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