For those who haven't been following
The Saga Of Teg(tm), my dad's basically been an abusive dickhole ever since I moved back home, up to and including stealing hundreds of dollars worth of my possessions when I'm not home; mostly my clothes, but also things like my Pokéwalker and
a one-of-a-kind Astro Boy plush from someone I will probably never talk to again. Ever since then, we've basically not been on speaking terms.
I've been secretly planning to move out for weeks now, and recently paid the damage deposit on a nice apartment in a great spot. Now all I have to do is get my stuff out of the house and into the apartment and I'm all set.
HAHAHAHA NOT SO FAST
My friend's been rounding up friends of his with transportation. The original plan was to move on Tuesday, but that didn't work for everyone's schedules, so it got pushed ahead to Monday. Then the brakes on the truck we were planning on using went out, so things got called off. My friend found two other people who were willing to help, and I cancelled a work shift so that I could move out today. I spent all morning packing up, and my friend called again.
One of them fell ill, and the other one totalled his car last night. To clarify: one guy is perfectly fine, but his car's a mess. The other guy's car is fine, but he's too sick to drive. Either way, I have all of my stuff in boxes and bags with no way to explain it, my dad's no longer giving me drives as of this Saturday, and I have no mode of transportation to move my stuff.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK