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I have a policeman friend who was blunt with me when I asked if we were getting the car back: "It's gone. That thing is gone."
So we bought a new car, though it's not a done deal quite yet. This is what it looks like. If anyone out there needs help moving, you now know who to call. Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't say that. Oh, well. It's all a part of making sure my life has meaning. I can move your boxes of crap!
Liz Spikol is senior contributing editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.
Comments
I think I like the Subaru better. Thief may have done you a favor, sweetie. However, I know how violated you are feeling. I had a car stolen from me once. By an ex-husband! After the initial shock, I discovered I was much better off without either. Ta-da!
Posted by: Toni | January 30, 2007 08:37 PM