Ah, the eve before I venture up to the car lot and hope and pray that my meager credit will get me by and, more importantly, into a car and out of the dealership. Oh, and ditch my non-working current car.
So let's break down Richard's psychological processes here.
On the most shallow level, I want to walk in there, be told, "Hey, take this modest but working car and we don't want to hear from you except your monthly payments!" Truly, it'd be fine by me if they left out the last part, but even shallowly, I'm realistic.
Deeper, I'm trembling with fear that they'll reject me out of hand, and I'll be taking the bus home. Or worse, I'll be sloooooooooowly driving home. Hmm. That's probably the second most fearsome thing.
Even deeper, I'm worried that I'll have to shell out a chunk of change for the down payment. It's... manageable if it's reasonable, but it'll take some serious barrel-bottom scraping that I'd prefer to avoid. At least this way, I'll have a car.
Deep, deep, deep, deeeeeeeeeply, I think that I'll come out of this okay, and I'll just head out to California with few to no problems and have a very difficult and very rewarding time. It's just hard to get past the two very thick layers of doubt and worry above this.
But, no matter what, I've determined, there is a ray of hope through all of these Pandoric troubles. My buddy up in Washington has invited me up to PAX this September (vaguely), and I'm going to go, no matter what. Well, barring some serious circumstance.
In other news, I'm hearing very little other news. What's been going on in the world? I haven't heard any embroiling political stories, or anything of the sort. I need something more to talk about than what's happening in my paltry life. Pah.
