The bank denied our loan. Of course. Nevermind that we have an account with them that is now and has always been in good standing. Nevermind that we have a car loan with them. That's all irrelevant. What matters is that our credit scores and on the brink of fair and good. I'm glad to see that this process is as arbitrary as possible. It brings me unending happiness.
In the meantime, we have to rent the car for another week. Another $150. This is the last week we can afford it. The check we have been expecting is MIA, of course, since it would solve a good portion of our problems. When we do get it it'll probably be for a third of what it's supposed to be. Because I need more to do. I am wavering between just telling the transmission place to go ahead and start and hope things have worked themselves out by next Thursday or Friday (when it would be done) and crying. Option 2 seems really viable right now.
I wish I could say that I was too mad or sad to eat. It's not true. I could eat a lot of Taco Bell right now. It doesn't help that no one's been shopping in a while and food options are limited at best.
I'm just so tired of all this crap. I need a few days of alone time to keep from going crazy. I won't get it, but I need it.