Update time, since I haven't in a while and, uh, I can't sleep...
Got my car towed this morning. That was a fucking blast. Dulaney Valley Apartments now have a tow company hired apparently to cart off anyone who doesn't have a parking permit. Now, after over a year of nothing. The sign out front of the lot says No Unauthorized Vehicles, which I always took to mean things like storage or stuff too large to fit. But $200 says both Sam and I were wrong. The worst part? If I had left Ned's about, oh, 30 min. earlier, it wouldn't have happened. Chris got out just fine at about that time. And the final nail in the proverbial coffin, there was another car sitting in the lot without a tag, and it wasn't touched. Well, let bygones be bygones, they say. We'll see how I deal with this.
Gonna try to pick up more hours at the store to make it up, and Sam says he still has vacation time left and is willing to help. Which is good, since rent is a bitch. And so is insurance. And so is food and gas. Heh, the wonderful thoughts we play with when overly perturbed. I'll do more of this later, probably.
Gonna try to pick up more hours at the store to make it up, and Sam says he still has vacation time left and is willing to help. Which is good, since rent is a bitch. And so is insurance. And so is food and gas. Heh, the wonderful thoughts we play with when overly perturbed. I'll do more of this later, probably.