My temporary tags on the car expired July 4th, and I forgot that that was a Friday, that everything would be closed, and the deputy registrars were all closed over the weekend. I spent Monday on the phone trying to find another source of money to keep my car and came up empty. I don’t want to (and don’t have the extra room in my budget) to have to pay to renew my plates for a year, when I’m going to possibly lose the car on the 17th.
It's bad enough that I had to send Allstate money for the month of July.
When I finally got myself out of the funk I was in, I went down to the car (looking forward to "cruising around with the top down"), only to discover the front driver’s side tire was flat. The frustration was so bad; I just stood there and stared at it for about 10 minutes with a tight chest. Fortunately when I first got it in 2003, I paid an extra thousand for an extended warrantee that included unlimited road-side assistance. All I could think of was that brief year when I momentarily had the physique of a Greek god, and now I doubted my heart condition would allow me to lift the “doughnut” spare out of the trunk. Just one more reminder of the life I once had and how much that one night cost me.
By the time they came out to change it for me, it was too late to get the plates renewed, so I drove over to a tire place on the next block. They wanted $39.99 just to plug a tire! I hopped on the expressway and headed to NTB.
Nothing accentuates just how SLOW 55MPH is until you get on an expressway with a dinky spare tire and everyone's doing 70-God I was miserable.
They wanted $24 and I said go for it. Five minutes later they told me that they couldn’t plug where a nail got it, because a couple of years ago I’d put Fix-a-flat in it and I’d have to buy a new tire.
$119.49 for a new tire on a car I'd only have a few more weeks, destroyed my entire budget for July. Oh they had other cheaper tires, but not in stock. Usually I enjoy being fucked, but not this time. The frustration and hopelessness were building up inside me because even the most simple things in my life seem to go against me. It didn't help either that when they pulled my car up front, everyone in the lobby started gushing about how nice it must be to have such a beautiful car and how they wish they had one too.
Tuesday, I drove up to renew my plates and they told me I couldn’t buy additional temporary tags, so I had to shell out $60 for a full year on a car I’ll only have to the 17th. I needed comfort food, so I microwaved some lasagna when I got home, plopped myself down in front of the TV and put a comedy movie on the DVD to cheer myself up… My cat Mischief jumped up on the tray table spilling scalding hot pasta into my lap and a glass of Dr. Pepper went flying… I spent the rest of the night sleeping... and wondering if it was worth it to wake up the next morning.
People who have never experienced clinical severe depression, skoff it off and say, "Ah stop it; you're just feeling sorry for yourself-so get over it." They don't know that this is a chemical process in your brain that causes it and that only prescription meds can control it. The fact that my life's been in freefall for five years hasn't helped either.
Wednesday, my shrink gave me a phone number of the head of her department, who expressed an interest in my case and might have some suggestions on saving my beloved car.
Thursday I sank into a “What’s the use” frame of mind and mostly busied myself answering comments on my latest BlogCritics’ article on line to take my mind off my woes.
Friday I tried calling the number Dr. “mind” gave me and repeatedly got his voice mail. I left my number… he never called back. I wonder what frame of mind I’d be in if I weren’t on Cymbalta; I’d probably be dead.
I've thought of trying to get two different $5,000 loans, but that'd mean paying double the int erst. Now I'm thinking about trying to get them to change their minds about not extending my lease on the car, by offering to use my $1,500 down payment to give them the first five months up front.
I went over to Hunting*** Bank and paid up to August 17th with their little ticket in the back of the book. It was only after I got my money out that I saw the fine print that said I'd need prior approval to extend the lease another month. I gambled and paid the $299.83 and they took it, so I guess I'll be alright.
I'm waiting for someone to screw up on a computer somewhere and send a tow truck to take my car on the 18th of this month because I didn't turn it in...
Well five days after getting my new plates I'm still driving around with temporary tags on the car that expired July 4th, because I keep forgetting to take a screwdriver with me to put them on. Somehow this has to stop.
I got three numbers on the megamillions last night!
I won a whole $7... whoopie.
It's bad enough that I had to send Allstate money for the month of July.
When I finally got myself out of the funk I was in, I went down to the car (looking forward to "cruising around with the top down"), only to discover the front driver’s side tire was flat. The frustration was so bad; I just stood there and stared at it for about 10 minutes with a tight chest. Fortunately when I first got it in 2003, I paid an extra thousand for an extended warrantee that included unlimited road-side assistance. All I could think of was that brief year when I momentarily had the physique of a Greek god, and now I doubted my heart condition would allow me to lift the “doughnut” spare out of the trunk. Just one more reminder of the life I once had and how much that one night cost me.
By the time they came out to change it for me, it was too late to get the plates renewed, so I drove over to a tire place on the next block. They wanted $39.99 just to plug a tire! I hopped on the expressway and headed to NTB.
Nothing accentuates just how SLOW 55MPH is until you get on an expressway with a dinky spare tire and everyone's doing 70-God I was miserable.
They wanted $24 and I said go for it. Five minutes later they told me that they couldn’t plug where a nail got it, because a couple of years ago I’d put Fix-a-flat in it and I’d have to buy a new tire.
$119.49 for a new tire on a car I'd only have a few more weeks, destroyed my entire budget for July. Oh they had other cheaper tires, but not in stock. Usually I enjoy being fucked, but not this time. The frustration and hopelessness were building up inside me because even the most simple things in my life seem to go against me. It didn't help either that when they pulled my car up front, everyone in the lobby started gushing about how nice it must be to have such a beautiful car and how they wish they had one too.
Tuesday, I drove up to renew my plates and they told me I couldn’t buy additional temporary tags, so I had to shell out $60 for a full year on a car I’ll only have to the 17th. I needed comfort food, so I microwaved some lasagna when I got home, plopped myself down in front of the TV and put a comedy movie on the DVD to cheer myself up… My cat Mischief jumped up on the tray table spilling scalding hot pasta into my lap and a glass of Dr. Pepper went flying… I spent the rest of the night sleeping... and wondering if it was worth it to wake up the next morning.
People who have never experienced clinical severe depression, skoff it off and say, "Ah stop it; you're just feeling sorry for yourself-so get over it." They don't know that this is a chemical process in your brain that causes it and that only prescription meds can control it. The fact that my life's been in freefall for five years hasn't helped either.
Wednesday, my shrink gave me a phone number of the head of her department, who expressed an interest in my case and might have some suggestions on saving my beloved car.
Thursday I sank into a “What’s the use” frame of mind and mostly busied myself answering comments on my latest BlogCritics’ article on line to take my mind off my woes.
Friday I tried calling the number Dr. “mind” gave me and repeatedly got his voice mail. I left my number… he never called back. I wonder what frame of mind I’d be in if I weren’t on Cymbalta; I’d probably be dead.
I've thought of trying to get two different $5,000 loans, but that'd mean paying double the int erst. Now I'm thinking about trying to get them to change their minds about not extending my lease on the car, by offering to use my $1,500 down payment to give them the first five months up front.
I went over to Hunting*** Bank and paid up to August 17th with their little ticket in the back of the book. It was only after I got my money out that I saw the fine print that said I'd need prior approval to extend the lease another month. I gambled and paid the $299.83 and they took it, so I guess I'll be alright.
I'm waiting for someone to screw up on a computer somewhere and send a tow truck to take my car on the 18th of this month because I didn't turn it in...
Well five days after getting my new plates I'm still driving around with temporary tags on the car that expired July 4th, because I keep forgetting to take a screwdriver with me to put them on. Somehow this has to stop.
I got three numbers on the megamillions last night!
I won a whole $7... whoopie.
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