I miss my truck

It's true... I really, really miss my truck. Friday can't come soon enough. The guy said I had enough large, shallow dents in my hood that it would be best to just replace the whole thing for a couple bucks more than the original job woulda cost. Two more days of driving hell...

I also wish I could stop being a wuss. I have an opportunity and I'm spending it trying to think my way around it. It's not like I'm afraid of what most people think I am... I'm afraid of just screwing it up and not getting the chance I should get. Fear of myself more than someone else. It makes me so pissed I could kick my ass were it not so pink and squishy.

But on the bright side... I get my truck back friday.... heh.