I had a little energy this morning. Not much, but I figured it would be enough.
Then I tried to schedule warranty service for Turbo Schlock, and burnt through all of that energy in about 15 minutes.
(Aside: why is the clutch a “maintenance” item when it cannot be tightened or even EXAMINED without dropping the entire transmission? And if it is really a maintenance item, why must the entire assembly be replaced to the tune of $1200, rather than just replacing, oh, say, the pad that has worn out?)
I ended up spending the day sleeping, playing video games, and sleeping some more.
(More Aside: We did take the car in to be serviced, but we took it to a third-party shop called “Foreign Aid” rather than to Ken “Screw My Customers” Garff Volkswagen. At least the Foreign Aid mechanic was willing to explain matters to me. Ken’s crew won’t be getting any more of my business — every time I’ve taken the car there they’ve screwed something up.)
Looking back on the morning and the early afternoon, I can clearly see that I’m crashing after a week of not enough sleep. Okay. Monday is officially a vacation day this week. No, wait… it’s a SICK day.