T-minus Six days and counting.

I'm in the midst of possibly the busiest week I have yet had in my life, especially in terms of how many DIFFERENT things are happening within it. Not just fifty hours of work and a couple of social events, but instead about fifty hours of different social events with the idea of saying goodbye, some driving time, and lots of work yet to do on my apartment.

I have this overwhelming feeling that when I'm pulling outta the parking lot, I'm going to have a huge sense of what I did not get done this week, or who I didn't spend time (or enough time) with, or what I didn't need to do. Last night, for example, it was Ash's birthday and I went with a bunch of the guys (yah, I was the only girl in the group, and I think one of two in the theater) to see The Day After Tomorrow, which royally surped. It had so much potential, but was so poorly done that it just sucked.

Meanwhile, in much, much, much brighter news.. (with a dark start, but get past that, I promise it's better!)

While I was at the Eddie From Ohio concert a week and a half ago, my car was hit by someone, at 11:30 that Saturday night, which just happened to be Prom Night for several schools, so the possabilities are huge as to what might've happened. At any rate, all I know is Sunday morning I came outta my house and saw my driver's-side taillight (my car was parked across the street) crunched in and thought my car hadn't been like that before (having just noticed that it had been keyed on Friday in my neighborhood, I wasn't exactly sure if this was new or just unacknowledged) 'till I saw the shards of taillight-plastic and whatnot all along the length of my car to proove it. and there were some different reports about it from the neighbors, but of course no note and no license number and nothing definitive. And the policeman that came that night (thanks to a kind neighbor calling the police about it since I wasn't home) got called away right before starting the report, and never came back.

So, I was frustrated because I didn't know how this would be dealt with and it's just sad to see your car damaged like that anyway. And finally, nearly a week later, I got my procrastinating-and-too-busy-to-figure-out-how-to-balance-priorities self on the phone and called my insurance company, Progressive. They said to go down to the office to get some pictures taken and stuff, and after they took about a bazillion pictures of my car from every angle, they ran some paperwork and then came out with a bigfat check for me.

The moral is that once again, my experience with Progressive has been very positive. (GMAC still never did pay me at all for my car wreck in July, but that's what they do, I suppose.) Yay Progressive! You're the bestest!