What exceeded my expectations today was getting a personal phone call from some v p and ending up with one of these little pickup trucks being delivered to my driveway on Thursday just for me to try it out. And if I want it, I can have it, and they're gonna take the wrangler, and that'll be that. I don't want to count my chickens and I wish it were blue, but I would be satisfied with that outcome. They were certainly exceedingly nice to me, that dude and then the director of sales for the district so I can have any one of them I want, whatever I want. And that is my favorite thing. I love getting what I want. And I really am into it when everyone seems happy with the outcome that I want also, which they certainly seem to be happy about it and I am very happy about it. We were all great friends by the end of those phone calls. That probably means I could have been a much bigger cunt. But I didn't want to be a cunt. I just wanted a little pickup truck. Now please. I had to ask a bunch of times and be very, very patient and not lose my temper and get only a tiny bit cunty finally (fairly so). That's the upside of the constance thing. I'll just stand there all fucking day forever (armscrossy). I was always like that but now I just do. not. give. a. fuck. I do not want to be made to feel any shitty thing I don't want to feel unless there is a very fucking good reason (like you're fucking dying), so I was a constant pain in the legal ass. Until finally "Justin" (nate adjacent) felt my pain. He got to feel good about having the power to write my lease problems away. And I got to feel gushingly grateful. 

All gushing is good. 

Then Sunshine and I hit the basilica. She is still cryyyying. For mannnnnny months. And I get it. Very much. But. No. I dunno, I just. No. When you're standing in shit, don't sit down. So. I let her have my candle (gave her my wish). Then we shook it off getting wings. Loganberry, who knew?