Jenn and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I didn't want to wake up this morning. I suppose it was a sign that I should have just stayed home (except, if I had, it would have been my fourth absense and I'd have been dropped from my class) and slept in all day.
So this afternoon I forgot my keycard and had to turn around to go back home and get it. In the middle of turning around, there was this black cat that looked me straight in the eyes. It's ears twitched a bew times and it never looked away.
I got my keycard. I remembered to take my medication but only had enough for half a dose.
I drove to school and made it to class on time.
The parking garage was almost full--I tried one space near a pylon but it was too snug--I even folded in my mirror to see if I could squeeze in but no. So it took me about five minutes to back out of that sucker and park in the one next to it.
I went to turn in three pieces for the student show and realized that one of them hadn't been mounted yet--so I went to the student store and bought a matt board.
A matt board that was too small.
I forgot my glue and had to use masking tape to piece together my mock up perfume box.
In leaving the parking garage, I checked to see if anyone was coming from the opposite direction like a good driver, saw no one, and went ahead and pulled out.
And promptly got scraped on the driver's side by another car. She called the cops, an officer came, he took a look at the damage and said it wasn't bad enough to need to file a report.
So now I've got a dent in my door and our insurance is probably going to go up.
I got home with a migraine and a stomach ache--at 6:00 PM. I'd left class at 4:45 PM.
I went to check the mail like normal (barefoot--I know, it's stupid but I have tought feet!) and felt something prick the bottom of my toe. When I looked down, the back end of a WASP was stuck in my toe. I was stung by a wasp when I checked the damn mail. So I pulled the stinger out.
I've never been stung before by anything. It fuckin' hurts. And it's on my FOOT.
I blame all this shit on that black cat.
Dad gets home and I fall apart because he falls apart about the car--I mean, I just sobbed till my throat was raw.
Worst day of my life.