Paper's still gone. Car's still banged up. Good humor has been restored, though, so that's something at least.
Which is a good thing, because it looks very likely that I'm going to need to take math AGAIN. I bombed the final, which took me to failing. If anyone wants to come pretend to be me and take this fucking class for me that'd be greeeeeaaaaaaat. But I do have good friends, because my friend Kara said she'd take it with me.
Blargh. Life can be a pain in the ass.