Today was just one of those days.  Nothing really bad happened, but a whole bunch of little things did, and it all added up to one huge pain in the ass.  It’s to the point where I can’t help but laugh.

  • Woke up (my first mistake!)
  • I am severely confused by an e-mail, have small heart attack, realize it’s okay
  • Internet starts acting goofy, some things half-work.  Brain is unprepared for this
  • Need coffee and something to eat, STAT
  • No cash for above items.  Trip to money-machine is in order, but foot is all tender.  Must drive.
  • Go out to van.  On the window there is a ticket for an expired sticker
  • Feelings of brokeness suddenly made worse by this knowledge
  • Drive to bank, hobbling into bank, stop for coffee/pastry, more hobbling
  • Get home, internet’s still half-broken
  • Rebooted everything (modem, router, Airport, Mac and iBook).  No joy
  • Internet acts progressively worse and worse, can’t get my mail, notifier says 6 new messages
  • Website’s being spammed but I can’t get to it, but at least they’re hidden/unapproved comments
  • Fuck it!!  Went back to bed.
  • Couldn’t sleep
  • Friend calls from close by… needs a ride to pick up a laptop from the shop.  Thank god, a break!
  • Friend arrives bearing bag of leftover foodstuffs from lunch.  We eat pieces of frushi, I bite down on a hard seed and it hurts my filling.  No damage though.
  • Friend tries to check mail and can’t, of course
  • We leave, I take my laptop, having agreed we can get dinner later @ Panera with free wifi
  • On the way to repair place, my friend and I talk about a friend-of-friend who recently took down her blog (no, not you if you think this means you!).  I sympathize with the reasons and mull over why I’m not doing that myself*
  • We get to the repair place, waiting like 15 minutes being all but ignored
  • "Have you been helped?  Oh!!  Wow, sorry about that…"
  • Laptop appears after 30 more minutes, and only half fixed
  • Something a bit disconcerting is seen by me, I get all… must run outside to have a smoke
  • Go back in, friend is still signing receipts and whatnot
  • We finally leave with laptop, both annoyed at the wait, but with voucher to complete repair later
  • We talk briefly about what was seen… ok, whatever, I’m fine, let’s just go.  No, really it’s fine.
  • Pull up to Panera, seeing in the glass reflection that a headlight is out on my van.  FUCK!!!!  Perfect.
  • While we’re in there, a cop car pulls up and parks next to my van — my ticket’s on the dashboard, so… hopefully…
  • Eat food and get online, read mail — one is possibly bothersome, have to reply to be sure
  • Something not-normal is crunching in my mouth — broken filling?  Chip off already-broken old crown?  Fuck me harder, man…
  • On the Reader website there’s more to read about poor Gary, whose problems are far worse than any I could contemplate, poor sumbitch.  I feel not so fucked after all
  • There is talk of my own brokeness, all these expenses I can’t pay, foot fucked up and lack of health insurance.  I’m ashamed and rightly so.
  • Finish food and get up to leave — no new ticket on van, thank god
  • Cop is sitting nearby the window as I’m pulling out of the lot with my one-eyed van w/ expired sticker
  • Now my friend and I are both rattled
  • Drive away to drop off friend, watching for more cops who might pull me over — so I guess I’m running from the cops now too!?
  • Drop off friend.  Heavy sighs all around, hugs and pats on shoulder etc.  Grim laughs, we can’t help but laugh
  • Home now, friend has forgotten the bag of food.  I instantly assume I get to keep it.  Hee.  Looks good.
  • Friend calls to tell me… yes, please eat that later.  Nice!
  • Staying home tonight, not that that’s anything unusual, but it’s semi-forced
  • Internet is working… oh thank you!!
  • SIGH… TiVo’ed comedy shows are a Good Thing

See, sometimes it really doesn’t pay to get up in the morning, you know what I’m sayin’?

*The reasons my FOAF took down her blog are, from what I understand:  She was venting on blog, working out feelings there.  Male readers including BF believe they know all about her life without asking more.  Tend to believe she wants to be consoled or needs rescuing, she does not.  Bye bye blog!!  Yes, I can sympathize because it’s sorta like that over here too, sometimes.  I want to work out my feelings by writing about what’s bothering me; it really does help.  Hopefully I can express myself in a funny way, but that’s hard sometimes on bad days.  I do appreciate the brief but sympathetic "I’ve been there too" type comments, and definitely the funny smartass remarks, but… but… I feel weird and get overly defensive towards the rescuer types, even though they mean well.  Not weird enough to warrant stopping the presses, but the FOAF’s experience hits close to home and makes me wonder how much it’s worth it to me to do this.  I think it is mostly good for me and good for the readers… I have to just go with my gut.  Even this paragraph is working out my inner gunk, see?  Somebody like Laura will make a smartass joke about it, minus any cluck-cluckin’.  Ha ha!!  Yay.  I feel better already.