Forty-Fifth Entry

The Gods at the Body Shop, have seen fit to extend my torture another day. Once again, I was told that Bullet will not be ready until tomorrow. Exact words of the man:"We're shootin' for tomorrow." Let me tell you this buddy, I'll be shootin' for your head if it isn't done tomorrow!

I really don't know how much of this I can take. For the most part, dealing with life without a vehicle has been easy. It's just that now getting so close to the end, I find myself getting nervous and antsy. I WANT MY TRUCK BACK! I will hopefully have it tomorrow, and it better have a fuckin full tank of gas just like the last time I drove it.