Seriously, f__k this week.
Monday: Lindsey goes to the hospital complaining of chest pains and is diagnosed with an inflammation of the cartilage of the ribcage. Nothing serious, but she winds up short of breath for long periods of time.
Wednesday: Lindsey trips at work and twists her ankle.
Thursday: Linz, still in a bad state and not thinking clearly, accidentally puts her cell phone in the washing machine. Phone dead, will have to get replacement. Both of us very depressed and in no condition to attend the first THEM meeting of the year.
Today: My car breaks down on the way to pick Linz up from work. Linz doesn't have a phone to keep in touch with me, so she hitches a ride with a co-worker to where I'm stranded. I get stuck waiting under a tree by the roadside for an hour until she shows up, and then we wait another forty minutes for the tow truck. Car is now in the shop, won't be ready till Monday. Our other car hasn't been driven in God knows how long and will probably need going-over at Jiffy Lube; when we get back from this adventure and look Lindsey's car over, we find that some asshole who parked next to it has dinged one of its rear doors and scratched the shit out of the paintwork.
Currently, Lindsey's only just recovered from her ailments, I'm half unconscious with heat prostration, and our transportation situation is not optimal.
Either God hates us or we had some SERIOUS bad karma building up.
Wednesday: Lindsey trips at work and twists her ankle.
Thursday: Linz, still in a bad state and not thinking clearly, accidentally puts her cell phone in the washing machine. Phone dead, will have to get replacement. Both of us very depressed and in no condition to attend the first THEM meeting of the year.
Today: My car breaks down on the way to pick Linz up from work. Linz doesn't have a phone to keep in touch with me, so she hitches a ride with a co-worker to where I'm stranded. I get stuck waiting under a tree by the roadside for an hour until she shows up, and then we wait another forty minutes for the tow truck. Car is now in the shop, won't be ready till Monday. Our other car hasn't been driven in God knows how long and will probably need going-over at Jiffy Lube; when we get back from this adventure and look Lindsey's car over, we find that some asshole who parked next to it has dinged one of its rear doors and scratched the shit out of the paintwork.
Currently, Lindsey's only just recovered from her ailments, I'm half unconscious with heat prostration, and our transportation situation is not optimal.
Either God hates us or we had some SERIOUS bad karma building up.