i am so screwed.

i have a 69 green benz parked in our garage. two years ago, i decided to have charlie look at it to have it restored. he asked me for the or/cr before they bring it to the shop. so i had it photocopied. and then i never got back to it. everyday for the past two years, i swore to myself i'd give charlie a call. every time i got close to doing that, i would either forget where i put the car keys or the or/cr that they needed.

now, my brother just called me. he had a buyer for the benz and needed the papers. where they are, only st. anthony would know that right now. my brother's been bugging me about it for about three days now. shit. i did try to look for it last night, brought out all my bags, and rummaged through each and every pocket. nada. the last time i remember seeing those, they were in my black oriental bag. and they weren't there anymore. what makes everything worse is, my britney wanna be maid cleaned my room. i dunno where everything is anymore.

so now, i am kinda scared to go home. not that im scared of my brother, he's a year younger (though he thinks he's older...studying in UPBaguio messed his mind up). i just dont feel like discussing things with him right now. i am so not in the mood.

then my job thing.

argh. i filed for leave oct 15, oct 20-22. right now, GuitarGoddess is frolicking in the beach. it was supposed to be sagada. with me. i might do that on oct 20. if i'm brave enough to go there on my own. or maybe if i could get someone to swim with me.

i miss not having a real world notebook journal. i used up all the pages already. i need to get a new one.