This is your life. And it's ending one minute at a time.

So.

I called the AAA Management towing place they told me to for the Heritage for the Blind place, and they were like, "Uhm. We're at exit 8 on the Turnpike. We ain't coming to Irvington."

So I call back the donation place. They get me a place in like, Union. Woo.

I call.

I get "Jaguar" on the phone. This is like, mildly concerning to me.

So, I need to plan a time to get my car. Problem is, it's in Janete's parent's LOCKED and GATED driveway.

I need either the key, or to move my car outside the driveway and HAHAHA, that just doesn't seem like fun.

But, it might be my only option, seeing as Janete hasn't emailed me back yet. Mew. She might be busy or her Lotus Notes might be down again. It's mildly frustrating.

Jaguar *sighs* wants to get the car tomorrow between 10 and 11.

I have to sign over the title, he'll hand over a reciept, and that'll be that. I have to fax it to the Heritage people, but whatever.

Then I get my proof of donation.

Just waiting on Janete's opinion or whatever.

Game night tonight. Very tired. After we get home, I have to dig through my car one last time to see if there's anything I need in there.

I'm getting sorta antsie. Maybe I can get Jaguar *sighs* to do this on Thursday. Hmm. Cutting it close to the closing though.

I am so tired. My eyes were bloodshot when I woke up this morning, and they haven't changed much.

Hmm.

So.

There I am.