Today has been really fucking weird. I'd like to say shitty, but good things happened so it sort of balanced out. But my luck has positively sucked today.
Last night I had a good dream. The first good dream I've had in years. I was pleasantly traipsing through this dream, in no hurry to see how it ended. Perhaps I should have hurried, because now I have no idea how it ended and never will: my dad called me in the middle of it and woke me up.
I'm not a morning person, and I'm not a phone person. Calling me in the morning is sure to put me in a bad mood because not only have you waked me from sleep I desperately need, but you are trying to talk to me before I've had my anti-depressant. The little purple pill that turns me into a functioning human being. Trying to stay polite under those circumstances is next to impossible for me.
Somehow I managed it. I then went about the process of actually waking up before suggesting to my friend who is staying with me for a few days that I call the BCAA guy to come give my car a jump so we could go out in search of breakfast.
(I came home on Sunday to find that my car was dead because I'd left the glove compartment open for two weeks. Fuuuu. Also, there's no food in my house, and I had no will to cook this morning.)
So the BCAA guy comes about half an hour later, gives me a jump. We sit in the running car for about 20 minutes before deciding to try and drive it. It goes! Yay! We get to the street and I realize the car is running funny. I turn around and go back to the driveway. Bryce jumps out of the car. Flat tire.
I've turned off the car, of course, because I'm on auto-pilot, and it won't start again. I call BCAA. "Hi, I called a little while ago because my car needed a jump. It now needs another jump and a new tire."
Wait another 20 minutes for the new BCAA guy.
Plus side? He found my spare, which was in the side of my trunk and not the bottom. Never would have found it myself. Thought I didn't have one.
So, car fixed and ready to go, we go off to do errands. By this point it's 12:45 and I'm starving, so I end up spending more than I should have on food. Went and got a few more things, namely costuming supplies for P&F and props and costume pieces for Criminal Genius. Also late birthday present for Mom. Spent about 100 dollars but I got a LOT of stuff, because I shop smart. Make one last stop at 7-11 for drinks. Two 2L bottles of pop and a double gulp cup of a perfectly mixed Cherry Coke.
Pay, get out to the car, and manage to spill my Cherry Coke all over the car.
I cannot fucking win today.
(The 7-11 lady was very nice and let me get a free refill, however.)
Not leaving the house again till tomorrow. You can't make me.
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