Welp, I was just whining about how the good stuff is around, it just takes forever. Then I get a phone call from my dealership - the car will be in and ready to be picked up tomorrow.

=)

This, of course, makes me very happy, but suddenly I’ve got to get in touch with the guy who’s buying the Honda and tell him to step it up and get a check to me tomorrow and he’s like, what? So many phone calls tonight and I’ve got him all straightened out. (Bending them all to my will, ha ha.)

The only thing is, I don’t have a ride to the dealership. It’s about 20 miles from me, and I’m selling the car at my office, which means that I have no ride to the dealership. It sucks. My mother was whining about the rush hour traffic, so she won’t be any help. I’m not sure who I want to approach about this rather out-of-the-way errand anyway. I could ask Audrey, since the second-to-last time I picked her up at the airport I had to haul her ass all the way down to Maplewood and then come back (easily 40 miles).

*sigh*  Who knows.

Had an appointment with Doug today. I was not in the mood. I was wound up like a top, and he even commented on it. I couldn’t follow his line of thinking, and I just wanted it to be over. Unbelievable. What a waste of time and money.

My business is starting to suck me dry. I went in today at 8am, and got home around 9:30pm. Ugh. But I guess this self-imposed reign-of-terror is necessary to make up for the slack I gave myself in January. Dammit.

Okay, focusing on the car. Focusing on the car. There. I feel better already.

Being silly,

michelle