Honest Fella

2004-12-09 - 3:04 p.m.

Ok, I'm a freak. I just sent out an email in which I misspelled my own name. Trust me...that's NOT very me.

In similar name news, I got an email today that mentioned I "sound like an honest fella." My name is sadly far more gender-neutral than Veralynn, so I often get junk mail addressed to Mr. Vera Lynn. But if I have to sound like a fella, at least I sound like an honest one.

The black cloud continues to loom. My car won't be fixed for at least another 2 weeks. In fact, it may well be after Christmas before I get it back. Meanwhile, I'm still living in Impalaland.

The woman who hit me (and immediately apologized all over herself about it) has changed her story and now says she was at a full stop and that I hit her. So her insurance company has denied any liability and we're now tied up in battles and arbitration for months. whee.

Got another rejection on my poetry.

My knees have been aching again for 3 days after having been remarkably good for quite a while. Pushing to get more therapy as it expires again on Monday.

In the final push of this class. One paper due tomorrow and the big, final project is due the Friday after that. I can't believe I have to write a paper about a company I so despise (AOL Time Warner). I would love to just submit a copy of the movie, Orwell Rolls in his Grave, and leave it at that.

Ok. Enough bitching. One tidbit of good news: my sister asked me over Saturday night. She, my nephews, my folks and I will all get to have dinner together and go out driving to see Christmas lights.

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