Liquid Etchings
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
And I'm down to your last cigarette
And this "we are one" crap as you're invading
This thing you call love -- she smiles way too much
But I'm glad you're on my side.

Tori Amos, "Taxi Ride"
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Not having a car readily available forced my hand with regards to deciding to ditch today's class session. I'm allowed to miss up to 5 sessions, and I figure that since I'm half-way through, I can afford to play hookie. Otherwise, I would have had to wake up far earlier than I'd want just to catch a bus. No thanks.

Received some bad news from the claims adjuster handling my case: they've continued to offer the limits of my policy at the time, yet the victim's family haven't accepted. The statue of limitations actually affords them two years to file a lawsuit, so I'm not in the clear yet. This puts a lot of plans on definite hold, so I'm not entirely certain what my future is like.

To get my mind off of these things, I'm planning on going to Coachella this year. I've never done the whole desert-festival-camping thing, so it'll be fun. To answer your questions, though, someone else will be driving.
Etched by Ron / 4/06/2005 10:22:00 PM |
There exists a version
of myself that chose wisely, that saved the day, that won, that got it right. I am his approximation. I've rounded down.
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