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Wow.
Everything that could possibly go wrong presently almost has. I astound myself with the time tables I work with, because my world became a comedy in a little under a week. I’ve essentially lost my independence this week. Let’s list the facts.
- My shameful relations with certain people remain at large. I need to do something about this, but just what, I really don’t know. Something needs to change.
- I have lost my phone and have no idea where it is or if it’s still even around. This basically means I have to e-mail my dad, who I rarely ever talk to aside from when I need something, and I’ll have to tell him the ordeal. Since my conscience is a bitch, and I really have no excuse for losing my phone, I’ll just tell him what happened and not even ask for another phone. Chances are, he’d replace it anyway, but if not, hey, tough break.
- I found out today from my mom on the way back from Gold’s with Pat, that the transmission in Truck is utterly fucked, and to replace it, that’ll be a nice chunk of change, to the tune of $1700. If you were to analyze this situation closely, you’d quickly find that Truck is no longer even worth $1700, probably not even close. This sucks for a lot of reasons. There goes my ride. I liked driving while it lasted, but I figured the dream would end pretty abruptly. So it goes.
Oh well, world. Doesn’t faze me. I’ll just grin and bare it.
Everything that could possibly go wrong presently almost has. I astound myself with the time tables I work with, because my world became a comedy in a little under a week. I’ve essentially lost my independence this week. Let’s list the facts.
- My shameful relations with certain people remain at large. I need to do something about this, but just what, I really don’t know. Something needs to change.
- I have lost my phone and have no idea where it is or if it’s still even around. This basically means I have to e-mail my dad, who I rarely ever talk to aside from when I need something, and I’ll have to tell him the ordeal. Since my conscience is a bitch, and I really have no excuse for losing my phone, I’ll just tell him what happened and not even ask for another phone. Chances are, he’d replace it anyway, but if not, hey, tough break.
- I found out today from my mom on the way back from Gold’s with Pat, that the transmission in Truck is utterly fucked, and to replace it, that’ll be a nice chunk of change, to the tune of $1700. If you were to analyze this situation closely, you’d quickly find that Truck is no longer even worth $1700, probably not even close. This sucks for a lot of reasons. There goes my ride. I liked driving while it lasted, but I figured the dream would end pretty abruptly. So it goes.
Oh well, world. Doesn’t faze me. I’ll just grin and bare it.