Grey Summer Daze
The good news: the dealership traced my car problems to a faulty transmission control module, which fell under the 150K-mile warranty. My mom let me borrow her car while mine was in the shop, so I didn't even have to pay for a rental.
I realize this is interesting to exactly no one, including myself. But I'm hurting for topics lately. My mood is slate. I'm not depressed, but I can't get excited about anything. Not writing, not reading, not art. I hope it passes soon. Without a million interests and a thousand to-dos, I'm not sure who I am.