I got a car. It's a 2003 Honda Civic. Runs fine. Interest rates are decent. Gets good gas mileage but has a tiny little tank so I'll probably be filling up just as often. It's kind of comfortable and fun to drive, looks decent but it's embarrassingly ubiquitous. I feel so mainstream. But hey, at least I don't have to worry about it melting down on 435 some morning.
The bad news is that I've got to live pretty close to the bone for the next month or so, to save up the money to pay the tags and taxes. Annoying, but not unexpected.
The really ugly news is that it may take ANOTHER whole month for my divorce to be final. Because of the vagarities of the court system, both parties are allowed a 30-day "cooling off" period after signing, and since Scott signed his response to the petition on August 10th, that means my lawyer can't even schedule a court date until after September 11th. "I'll try to get you a date in September," said his secretary when I spoke to her.
Just run over me.