I'm determined to continue my Journal, although Sam has taken a sabbatical from hers apparently, but if things get much worse, I too shall need time away from reminding myself of each day's events. Today, I called the guy from Tri-State Salvage to discuss the possibilty of me getting my Papaw's truck back, and he never called me back. That upset me, because my timetable is growing thin...the truck is up for auction on the 29th. We have been checking with other insurance companies, and things look bleak there, as well...the two companies we checked today want around 400 A MONTH to cover me, and we just can't afford that. I will pray voraciously about both of those items tonight. Sam is pissed at me, and I am going to a clothing rehersal tomorrow wayyy up on South Hollywood in Memphis after work, so I am about on wit's end after the last few days. I could really use your friendship right now Sam. Honestly...I need you. I feel like things are just spiraling out of control, and the harder I grasp at things, the more stuff falls apart, and I need someone to talk to who will listen, and you were always that person. Every time. I know I failed you sometimes, but you were ALWAYS there. Please talk to me, 'cause I need you to help me....please.
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