two bits!
The train that runs along the river and past my place just sounded the shave and a haircut rhythm with his horn a couple of times and it reminded me that yes, I have indeed taken care of that unsightly little grooming issue of mine. Much better, thank you.
What hasnt been taken care of however, is my car situation. I swear to the heavens, if it isnt one thing, its another. Last night I went to see the mechanic guy who had found the tail light thingie for me so that he could put it on and render me a passing inspection grade actually effd me over. I know it was an honest mistake, because he was almost as upset as I was (okay, not really at all), but the part hed gotten from the salvage yard was the WRONG EFFING ONE!!
Which means that he has to start his search all over again. Which means that once hes found the part Ill have to set up yet another appointment to geter done. Which means that Ill have to wait even longer to go wait in line at the department of transportation to try to secure legal tags. Which means that time is ticking, ticking, ticking away until my scheduled court appearance on Friday morning at 9am .leaving NO room for error. None.
I finally broke down and called the district attorneys office to tell them a sob story, and they told me that Id need to come into the courthouse before 4pm on Thursday to change my court date. Im not going to take any chances. Im going down there first thing tomorrow morning to see if I can change the date. Because knowing how this little project has been going (all freaking wrong), I know there just has to be something else just waiting in the wings to come out and fuck me over.
Fuckety fuck fuck. I hate cars.
Last nights series of dreams included a scene where I hear my phone ring and I look down to see the name QUENTIN lit up in the caller ID. First of all, I havent talked to Q. in months now, and secondly, Quentin is the fake name I gave him here in my diary! How bizarre is that? I dont remember what I did after that .I probably woke up and thats why I remember it, but man, perhaps its a sign that Im online a bit too much.
Okay. Im off to go look for the title of my car now. Who wants to bet I wont be able to find it?
Ta!
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