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March 27, 2007
i worked until 6:45, then drove across town to get to the church of scientology. i already felt crazy. who rushes through traffic to go to a cult meeting? it started at 7:00. at 6:58 i passed the building. i couldn’t find parking so i pulled into the neighborhood and searched the curbs. at 7:03 my car died. just died. i put on my hazards and called AAA. oh well. it was such a beautiful evening. i didn’t want to spend it inside anyhow. i patted my car. “good girl, joone,” i said, “you might have just saved my soul.”