For the past week and a half, the front news page when I check my email has soley consisted of pictures of stock brokers differing expressions of anguish.
My car has been in a coma since Monday. I was driving home from bricktown and on the 23rd street exit from the broadway extension the car just turned off and I coasted to a stop at the intersection, facing east on 23rd. Woohoo NE 23rd at 2 AM. I called AAA, and found out that I used up all my tows for the year. (guess on which wreckless driver....grrr!) SO I agreed to shell out $60 to tow my car 3 miles down the road to my home, in the hopes that perhaps Jon could look at it. While waiting for the tow truck, a policeman pulled up behind me, flashing lights and all, to check and see if I was okay. He waited with me for the tow truck. Jon was on his way to my place when he passed me and thought I was going to jail. Though my situation was less than desirable, jail would have been worse.
I've been getting to work and school thanks to all my awesome friends. I smoked Brent out last night when he dropped me off and stayed up blabbing until 4 AM when I had a test today! yikes.
I get by with a little help from my friends, oh I get high with a little help from my friends