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today the glitterbomber is... |
2001-11-06 ugh. i'm a sick sick girl. and not just mentally. yesterday, i crawled out of bed just long enough to call off work. my entire body ached, and i could barely move. so i pretty much laid around all day, read when i had the energy, and watched inane television programs when i didn't. when i started talking to the tv, i knew i was feeling better. i came back to work today, but i still feel like i want to pass out. i don't do sick well. i hate lying around, not being able to do anything. it's so damn boring. if i'm going to do nothing, i at least want the option of being able to do something productive. i cut out of work early, as usual, on friday. it was a gorgeous day...sunny and breezy. i was heading out to run some errands, driving fast and playing my music loud (also as usual)...when suddenly, i felt something give in my car, and bam! my speedometer crashed back to zero. i was on the middle of a bridge when this happened, so i coasted to the end and stopped the car by the side of the road...right across from a towing place. so i go up to the towing place...no one's there. dammit! i went back to my car and tried calling my dad (who, until a couple of weeks ago, owned a car repair place)...he's not home and the cell phone is off. no luck with everyone else i tried to call. did i mention that i have triple-a, but i used up all my calls to them already this year? i have really bad luck with cars. breaking down by the side of the road is a common occurrence for me. by this time, i really have no idea what to do, so i thought i'd try callign the towing place across the road to see if anyone's there. just as i'm putting the number into my phone, i hear a guy yell, "need a tow truck?" (the guy from across the street just got back.) i wasn't far from my apartment, so we towed it to a nearby garage. good old carl and bob are putting in a new computer for me. they are the kind of guys who constantly have cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. bob (or is it carl?) has about two whole teeth. but i don't care. as long as they fix my damn car. i was supposed to go to a party at michelle's friday night, but i now had no way of getting there, so i had to miss it. ditto with the gathering at chris and beth's saturday night. i made amy come over friday night instead, and we went--gasp!--shopping. i bought yeat another pair of jammie bottoms with skulls on them (different style) from old navy. can someone please tell me why i need two pairs of skull jammies?? why can i not just save my money and buy a new car??? we had good, clean fun on sunday. amy, molly, claire, claire's man (whose name i forget), and i made soap. most of mine turned out nice and smell good. (i'm still not sure about that black glitter soap i made.) it is going to be a very crafty christmas, i'll say that. i never know what the hell to get my older family members. so i'll make pretty things and put them in a basket. because it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you made it yourself. right? maybe? |
