This is my fight song

Hello, world. It’s Wednesday. It’s trash day, and hump day, and it’s almost the end of my work week.

I’m excited and nervous about going out tonight and maybe buying a car. The last time I bought one, it was probably 1999. My credit sucked, and I had no idea what I was doing. I probably got a shitty deal. This time around, I’ve got an extra 20 years of life under me, as well as a bit more spine, and a fuckton more credit. Shawshank gave me tips on what to ask when I go.

I messaged his mother after his call last night. I wanted her to know what the timeline looks like right now. He wants all this to be over and done with, and doesn’t want to fight anything. Momsie, on the other hand, wants him to stand up for himself and fight. I don’t think he sees a point to fighting things, if the court isn’t going to give him a shot. If he goes to court, fighting will simply delay the inevitable. Since he’s not allowed out on any sort of bond, fighting doesn’t change the current situation. However, she thinks he should “stand up for himself, even if it amounts to shit.” I told her I’d pass along her message during tonight’s call.