I am settling for "divine intervention."
I wrote a couple of days ago about sending a letter to my Aunt Esta. I went and got the mail today, and there was a letter from her. So I thought this was a little prompt considering that I sent mine on Tuesday. So as I am looking on the envelope the post mark is "15 Jun 2004." That was Tuesday, that fucking day that I sent my letter to her. Apperently things are going to work out just fine.
But Ok, I thought that the world had started working normally again after all the weirdness with my car being impounded and the Wendy's. But something is still going on.......
But Ok, I thought that the world had started working normally again after all the weirdness with my car being impounded and the Wendy's. But something is still going on.......