No brakes!

If it's not one goddamn thing, it's another. Heading back from class tonight, I noticed that my brakes weren't hardly doing shit. I pulled into a gas station in Auburn to check it out, and I've got brake fluid spurting out the bottom of my car. Wonderful. I was going to try to get home just using my emergency brake and going slow, but my emergency brake is broken too. Great. Maybe somebody's just trying to assassinate me.

So now I get to try and get my car fixed 40 miles from home tomorrow. Sometimes I feel like I just can't catch a break. Argh.