When Tuesday Feels Like Monday...
Aug. 25th, 2009 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianSucky experiences I never want to go through again:
Running out of gas at 7:20 in the morning while still recovering from a nasty cold/ear infection and walking forty-five minutes to and from the nearest gas station on an east-west road with the sun in my eyes for half the journey, then pouring in the gas and managing to get it all over myself while feeling stupid for having trouble figuring out the new-fangled gas can with my discombobulated brain, then being unable to start the car because I fail at fuel injection, calling my mommy for help, having her read stuff from the internet to figure out how to start the car, still not being able to do it, calling work to beg off from my other job with my voice wobbling like a pre-pubescent boy's both from the cold and from the aggravation, THEN getting the car to start, driving to the gas station and only filling up halfway because I can't afford a full tank, driving home with teary eyes from frustration and weariness, and finally wibbling my way into the house, dizzy and exhausted and freakin' fed up already before nine o'clock in the morning.
Man, that sucked.
I'm going back to bed.
Running out of gas at 7:20 in the morning while still recovering from a nasty cold/ear infection and walking forty-five minutes to and from the nearest gas station on an east-west road with the sun in my eyes for half the journey, then pouring in the gas and managing to get it all over myself while feeling stupid for having trouble figuring out the new-fangled gas can with my discombobulated brain, then being unable to start the car because I fail at fuel injection, calling my mommy for help, having her read stuff from the internet to figure out how to start the car, still not being able to do it, calling work to beg off from my other job with my voice wobbling like a pre-pubescent boy's both from the cold and from the aggravation, THEN getting the car to start, driving to the gas station and only filling up halfway because I can't afford a full tank, driving home with teary eyes from frustration and weariness, and finally wibbling my way into the house, dizzy and exhausted and freakin' fed up already before nine o'clock in the morning.
Man, that sucked.
I'm going back to bed.
