Okay, I escaped. You can call off the dogs.
Let us review: Monday I passed out ten minutes after I got home and by the time VA Dillrod Beemer Lady let me out of the parking garage yesterday it was 8pm. Some 12 hours after I had arrived at work. Scarfed down some Moby around 9 then I went to bed. Which means, under no uncertain terms, that I simply *must* get back into the gym today. That and the apocalypse is upon us. What a raging mess this week has been. I had such plans! Such good intentions! Then there was sleep, and cars, and today... chocolate cake! Fuck me.
I don't know what the rest of this idle week has in store for me, but before the apocalypse wraps up, I am fervently and feverishly accepting any ideas regarding VA Dillrod Beemer lady and how to discommode her unapologetic and ungrateful ass for blocking me in last night for ALMOST FIVE HOURS. I so totally could have had her car towed but didn't because I'M TOO NICE.
That being said; my other new new years' resolution is to knock that shiat off.
I have her license plate, her first name, and a phone number (reverse look up won't fly). What say you?