The good news

I saw Harry Potter this morning. The 10:15am show, so the only line was a short one waiting for the box office to open, and the theatre wasn't even half full.

Ooooh. Oh yeah. Hot shit. I would be willing to see this again, in the theatre, and pay full price for it. It was that good. My first quibble was that I thought the centaurs on Hercules and Xena loked much nicer, but I suppose the entire movie can't be perfect.

Want more. Wantwantwantwant.

I also want to see LotR. Like now. Like, I'll even reread the books that I tossed in 5th grade for being unimaginably dense. I'll give it a whirl, sure.

Because, guh- When Gandalf stands there and says 'You will not pass' (or a paraphrase thereof), it brought tears to my eyes. Seriously. And I even know what happens.

Whuff.

And I talked to Mom and Dad on the phone, and got the return at Target processed lickety split and now I think I'll have gnocchi with some four cheese sause. Mmmmm

The bad news

So the last of my errands was to swing by the Saturn dealership and see if they'd give me a decent offer and take my car off my hands. I had delusions of an easy fix, where I wouldn't have to advertise and deal with the banks myself.

Riiiight. So I'd looked up the blue book value for selling and the value for trade-in, and there was a significant difference between the two, but I'd settle for the latter if it got me out of the hassle.

Apparently I have either 'Sucker', 'Idiot' or 'Moron' tattooed on my forehead. I'm just trying to sell my car here, not asking to be anally raped with a rusty chainsaw and a dirty spork. $3000 dollar difference, and it wouldn't even have paid off the car loan. Nope, sorry. I guess I will go to the trouble, because fuck, no way am I going through the dealership.