So here I am, jobless and carless. I can drive Elvis only every now and again. If he decides that he's agoraphobic when I've just pulled into a gas station somewhere, I'm screwed.
So, Matt, please call me. I want my wallet and digital camera back.
So, Maxine, sorry I was so groggy when you called. It dawned on me later when I woke up. Anyway, nice-ta-meet-ya; that's my sleepy, just-had-a-weird-dream voice.
Don't even get me started on the dreams either: it was a strange mixture of the Samurai X DVD that I only watched half of and my inescapable feeling of stranded helplessness, unable to get my school work done or get a job so I can eat, pay credit card bills and storage unit bills, and maybe, just maybe have some fun.
I'm sorry I'm bitching. I at least tried to have a sense of humor about it. Going to work on photoshop-doctoring the SOLAR pictures.