What to do, what to do

This moving thing is...eh. It's just kinda losing it's charm you know? In fact, it's driving me fucking nuts. And how IRONIC that I should use the word "drive" when my latest conundrum is whether to ship my car over or buy a new one.

I have heard SO many opinions on both options I feel like my head is going to explode.

So, hey, God, why don't you give me a break? I'll close my eyes and count to 10, you drop a car in my lap as soon as I arrive in New Mexico.

"You want a sign?" Brian joked at me. "Go in the parking lot and see if someone stole your car. That's a sign."

"A sign I should get a new car."

Sigh.

I realize this post makes n o sense. It fits the mood I'm in.