Today’s lunch break will be dedicated to getting in contact with my insurance company in an effort to figure out exactly what the deal’s going to be with my now-defunct vehicle.

The cops found my car, still running, a block from my house. The cop who ‘interviewed’ me (read: photocopied my driver’s license) said that it had been “stripped,” but didn’t elaborate. So I called up the inpound lot where my car is resting now, and apparently I can’t even go and look at the car until charges have been paid to the tow company. *grumbles* The lady on the phone then said to me, “Well, we’re not supposed to tell you what’s on the report, but …” and then proceeded to say that my baby is “heavily damaged, with broken windows,” “all electronic equipment has been removed” (bye, bye XM Radio), “seats have been stripped from the vehicle,” and so on, and thereforth. Anyway. I need to have the insurance guys take a wander down there and check out the situation. Pain in my ass.

On the upside, Big Boss Man was very understanding. However, I’ve now been informed that the insurance exam that I’m meant to take pretty soon requires a week-long class after some self-study time. The nearest location for this that I’ve found is over in Edison, NJ, which isn’t bad at all. I guess it’ll be okay. Need to get my act in gear and sign up for a course, though. I’ve only got so much time left!

Ooh. Meg and I finally got to see Imagine Me & You last night, the film with Piper Perabo that we’ve been dying to see forever. And it was completely worth the wait. That was the cutest romantic film I’ve seen in a really, really long time, and I highly recommend it if you’re in the mood for one of those ‘I’m going to eat junk food and give myself a facial’ kind of evenings.