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It's going to be one of those days...
Overslept something evil, woke up tired and moving. And I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Spent too long looking for matching socks and a clean shirt (eventually found both).
Got in the car and realized that my interior is about 30 degrees warmer than the outside world. But I couldn't open the window, because a HUGE spider had formed a web and eggsack on the driver's side of the car. Not enough gas to do AC. So it was sweat.
Caught every red light between my house and the freeway. Every. Almost got slammed by some truck that decided to turn in front of traffic.
Heard on the radio that a favorite sports bar in Long Beach (Legends) had been gutted by fire late last night. Which made me think of food. Realized that I'd left my lunch sitting in the fridge.
Got to work, 45 miles from home, got through the door and sat down. And something felt funny. I reached into my back pocket, and low and behold, I'd left my wallet at home. At home--45 miles away.
No money, no credit cards. No ID. No Driver's License in a town where they hand out tickets for standing on the corner too close to the street. Needing to drive home through a ticket happy area.
The Dark Lords of Comedic Tragedy are kicking me haaaaaarrrrdddd...
Great way to lead into your birthday, huh?
[Edit: Because there seems to be confusion because of my strange prose, allow me to clarify--I turn 31 on June 25th, this Saturday. I just tend to think of the week afore as a long preamble to my birthday...kinda like Mardi Gras. Self Centered, maybe? Eh I'm allowed from time to time to time...]
Overslept something evil, woke up tired and moving. And I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Spent too long looking for matching socks and a clean shirt (eventually found both).
Got in the car and realized that my interior is about 30 degrees warmer than the outside world. But I couldn't open the window, because a HUGE spider had formed a web and eggsack on the driver's side of the car. Not enough gas to do AC. So it was sweat.
Caught every red light between my house and the freeway. Every. Almost got slammed by some truck that decided to turn in front of traffic.
Heard on the radio that a favorite sports bar in Long Beach (Legends) had been gutted by fire late last night. Which made me think of food. Realized that I'd left my lunch sitting in the fridge.
Got to work, 45 miles from home, got through the door and sat down. And something felt funny. I reached into my back pocket, and low and behold, I'd left my wallet at home. At home--45 miles away.
No money, no credit cards. No ID. No Driver's License in a town where they hand out tickets for standing on the corner too close to the street. Needing to drive home through a ticket happy area.
The Dark Lords of Comedic Tragedy are kicking me haaaaaarrrrdddd...
Great way to lead into your birthday, huh?
[Edit: Because there seems to be confusion because of my strange prose, allow me to clarify--I turn 31 on June 25th, this Saturday. I just tend to think of the week afore as a long preamble to my birthday...kinda like Mardi Gras. Self Centered, maybe? Eh I'm allowed from time to time to time...]
