Tried to pick my car up from the repair shop and the steering was wildly fucked up in a way that was not going on before. My anxiety is going to be insufferable from now on.

"I knew it I told you so I" shut up shut up SHUT UP.

It's looking like the towing company the repair shop suggested to me fucked up the "control bars" underneath the car.

I'm going to never stop screaming

Sent the photos of the bent bars to the towing company. No response yet.

Fixing this is going to cost $1,050.

Waiting for the towing company to get back to me.

Now the towing company manager wants to come look at the car in person, and that's not going to happen until tomorrow. So for now I guess I'm just fucked!

geebus crismus

Fuck the real world, I'm going back to video games. At least they're designed to be winnable.