And Then There Were Two

My plan for a new car is working nicely. We already sold the Chevy and the piece of shit car. I am driving the van to work again, but The Man is supposedly looking through the paper for another car. I don't know what he's planning on getting, but I heard him mention getting one of those itty bitty trucks. I guess that would be okay, but I would really rather have a car, and since I'm going to be the one driving it I think that should count for something.

On other news, The Man took my laptop into the shop last week, and the idjit working there told him it was fine, just reload Windows and quit whining. He was wrong. The Man reloaded Windows and it still froze up when it started opening. So he's going to take it in and tell them to put a new hard drive in it. I don't remember how much he said it would cost, but I want my laptop back. I hate working with this piece of shit with the screen that flops back and forth.