After agonizing three months, I was finally able to take my car to the body shop. My car has been scraped by some stupid babysitter in Chicago, and since she wasn’t the owner of the car, it went kinda ugly and super slow process to repair my car. But, it’s all over now (for now)! My car will be fixed up by the end of this week or by early next week! The insurance company even rent a car for me. But, the car I got was Chevrolet Cobalt... Well, hmmm. You know, I am a Japanese, and I do not drive American cars! And it’s Chevrolet Cobalt! I mean Chevrolet! And it’s Cobalt!! Well, at least, it wasn’t Dodge Neon...

I was still feeling not so well, so I went to the health center on campus. When the doctor came in, I noticed she was wearing gigantic mask. I almost asked her if she just got back from the construction site which using some kinda of toxic spray paint! According to her, she has been sick, and the mask is for patients, not for her. Well. Okay Doc. She was telling me that all detail how she got sick, and it’s better to have sick doctor than no doctor. Then, I explained what was wrong with me for about a minute. Eh, if I think back, I believe her sad getting sick story was longer than my version. Weird. Anyway, after 5 minutes of chit-chatting, she prescribed me antibiotic. At least she did listen to my lung... Oh wait, actually, she forgot her stethoscope, and she had to go back wherever she left her stethoscope! I was like “Are you fucking joking?” Of course, I didn't say it, I just made a “oh, you are so funny, doctor!” smile. When I was leaving, she said “take care!” So, I said back to her, “you take care! (smile)”