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the_dala at 06:20pm on 19/10/2009
the_dala at 06:20pm on 19/10/2009So I'll do individual comments in a bit (now that I have Internets for the time being), but I wanted to ::hugs:: y'all for the comments the other day. I'm feeling...better and worse about things. I haven't heard back from the insurance company yet except to take a brief statement, so, y'know, they haven't dropped my ass yet. But after looking up the Kelley Blue Book value of the Cheese, Dad is now 100% certain it will be totaled.
Which is why I've been surfing for new (used) cars and freaking out for the past two hours. Oh, did I mention that this week I got letters from two of my three student loan holders saying I've got to start payments in November? (Dunno where the Grad Plus is. You can just sit on that one a little longer, BoA.) I'm hoping I can work out a different schedule on at least one of them, because the rate right now is...ungood.
But look, if you went through my LJ as a whole, you'd see that my life has sucked a whole lot more than this. Like Hell Week 2008, with the pinkeye and the month-long virus and the leaving my glasses on another continent and the presentation where I couldn't actually see the evaluators' faces and the first paper of grad school (which, as some consolation, turned out to be the best paper I wrote all year. SUCK ON THAT, WEEK OF HELL). Or that time my dog suddenly got sick and had to put to sleep literally the next day. Or hey, remember when my dad had a heart attack on Christmas Eve, then another one a week later? (If you weren't around at the time, flist, yeah...that happened. Plus cancer, twice.)
Uh, I meant to make myself feel BETTER with all that, not worse. What helped on Saturday and today was retail therapy. I now have: a hamper, curtains, a shoe shelf, groceries, a Frankenstein candy jar plus lots of candy to fill him, and about 60% of my books put away (...I may be needing another bookcase. That would bring us up to four bookcases and no couch, for those of you keeping score at home). It is sort of a nesting instinct, I suppose. The more my personal space pleases me, the happier I am. And for the first time ever, everything MATCHES. I find matching things comforting.
But I'm at the house for the night, so I can take the car to work tomorrow. Am contemplating digging out my old Buffy tape set, the one with "Surprise," "Innocence," "Passions," "I Only Have Eyes For You," and "Becoming." Otherwise known as the Multiple Hours of Sobbing Your Face Off Boxset.
Which is why I've been surfing for new (used) cars and freaking out for the past two hours. Oh, did I mention that this week I got letters from two of my three student loan holders saying I've got to start payments in November? (Dunno where the Grad Plus is. You can just sit on that one a little longer, BoA.) I'm hoping I can work out a different schedule on at least one of them, because the rate right now is...ungood.
But look, if you went through my LJ as a whole, you'd see that my life has sucked a whole lot more than this. Like Hell Week 2008, with the pinkeye and the month-long virus and the leaving my glasses on another continent and the presentation where I couldn't actually see the evaluators' faces and the first paper of grad school (which, as some consolation, turned out to be the best paper I wrote all year. SUCK ON THAT, WEEK OF HELL). Or that time my dog suddenly got sick and had to put to sleep literally the next day. Or hey, remember when my dad had a heart attack on Christmas Eve, then another one a week later? (If you weren't around at the time, flist, yeah...that happened. Plus cancer, twice.)
Uh, I meant to make myself feel BETTER with all that, not worse. What helped on Saturday and today was retail therapy. I now have: a hamper, curtains, a shoe shelf, groceries, a Frankenstein candy jar plus lots of candy to fill him, and about 60% of my books put away (...I may be needing another bookcase. That would bring us up to four bookcases and no couch, for those of you keeping score at home). It is sort of a nesting instinct, I suppose. The more my personal space pleases me, the happier I am. And for the first time ever, everything MATCHES. I find matching things comforting.
But I'm at the house for the night, so I can take the car to work tomorrow. Am contemplating digging out my old Buffy tape set, the one with "Surprise," "Innocence," "Passions," "I Only Have Eyes For You," and "Becoming." Otherwise known as the Multiple Hours of Sobbing Your Face Off Boxset.
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