I have so damned many phonecalls to make tomorrow. A lot of powerful, and wealthy people will never talk to me again because of this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.
What if you were sleeping in someone else's garage, it was less than freezing temperature outside, someone had stolen your car a few weeks ago, and you had put your own kneecaps on the line as collateral? What would it be then?
Frankly, I think I'm holding together rather well given my circumstances.