Mah tahred hurts

Read it pho­net­i­cal­ly. When I’m real­ly tired, I fall back into the Alaba­ma accent.

Made it to my appoint­ment this morn­ing. Made it to Katie’s appoint­ment on the oth­er side of the world. Then the car would­n’t crank. In fact, it would­n’t do any­thing at all. Not even the auto­mat­ic door locks were work­ing. No rea­son at all for it—I did­n’t leave the lights on or any­thing like that.1
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