first of two

good gravy.

you ever had one of those weeks? you know one of those weeks, the kind that make you sorta glad that you've given up carrying a bat for no good reason, if only for to avoid being held responsible for any property you might destroy in a fit of (unquestionably justified) rage.

you've never carried a bat for no good reason? well, i don't guess that's important then. moving on.

so i wake up monday morning, and i wrote a lil bit about it monday night, i've got my stuff, dressed and ready for work, stroll out to the parking lot and see that my car's gone, gone for the second time in the space of a month. you know how i am, i don't get shook up by very much at all, so the first time it happened, it was frustrating, but i didn't get all that tore up about it. i was writing about it a couple weeks ago, and i think i got more irritated by the whole thing as time wore on, mostly because i think as time passed, more stuff came up and the little frustrations piled up on each other.

i guess that's where i was at on monday morning, cause when i walked out and saw my empty parking space, i felt totally like i'd had the wind knocked outta my sails. i figure that was on account of me having spent like five hundred bucks to get it back before. in any case, i go back upstairs to my apartment, call work and tell them that i wouldn't be going in that day.

true enough, i didn't go to work that day, of course i had to call the police and do another stolen vehicle report, what was funniest about that was since the car had been stolen just a month before, when i called to report it and gave the sherriff's department all the info, the guy on the phone told me that anaheim PD had it, which was true about three weeks ago because they were the ones who'd recovered it the first time it'd gotten stolen, and so i told the guy, "no, dude, it got stolen again and he was like "man, that sucks." so anyway, i had to wait around for them to come so i could fill out the report, after that, i did some work here at home, but mostly just sat around waiting for the cowboy game to come on, and trying to get mentally prepared to walk to work the next day and figure out other ways to get myself places, since i knew walking would wear itself out in a pretty severe hurry.

a couple days pass and i end up buying a saturn from this family in my church who'd been trying to sell it for quite a while, they'd heard about everything, so i ended up getting a pretty sweet deal from them, so i was happy to have a car again. i'm starting to feel a bit less drained by the whole thing, almost peaceful, so of course you know that stuff would have to complicate itself again, because the next day i get a letter saying that my car had been recovered, which wasn't so bad in and of itself.

there was also the $265 that it was gonna cost me to get it out of impound.

feeling: spent
thinking of: buying a gun
music: "fall to pieces" pasty cline