It's not butter.

I can't believe it. I've spent the last 2 days getting "sicker" and "sicker," asked my bosses if there's anything they need to get out today in case I go home early, and coordinated with the guy who's driving me to feather river and now....and NOW...Audrey just recovered her car. A broken window and a hundred cigarette butts of damage, but it's driving fine. I can't believe it! Crap, I don't know what to do. I've woven such a beautiful fairy tale that it seems a shame not to follow through on it. So awesome that she got her car back though!

Also I've been working like a machine and have nothing to do to fill up the day until 5 o'clock.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.