Friday the 13th… All Week.
This weekend (and week) was a pain in the royal butt. Beyond the really fun visit from a friend, who normally lives in California, everything else just was a Friday the 13th for me.
I started my week with food poisoning Sunday night that lasted til Monday morning. I don’t know what of my meals messed me up, but I was miserable. This meant no work on Monday, because… I didn’t get to sleep til nearly 5am. The middle of the week went deceptively well, enought to get me off my guard for when Friday the 13th rolled around. Normally I’m not bothered by 13, my apartment number is 813… and I actually kinda like it. Means other folks are too spooky to rent this one, and so I got a good deal. My sister’s lucky number, and my grandmother’s, is 13.
But yes… so Thursday night rolls around, and I have classes late at night. This means walking through Houston’s 3rd Ward (big crime neighborhood) to get to my car. It’s still on campus, but the third ward is just about 2 blocks North. I get an escort, a nice guy in my class, don’t worry! Anyway… so I say goodbye to my escort, get in the car and… back out. Strangely the car doesn’t back out easily, it’s just… sluggish. What the heck? I step out of my car and discover… 1 flat tire on the driver’s side. But the car wasn’t listing sideways, so… I go to look on the passenger’s side and indeed there is Flat Tire Number 2.
So now I’m thinking my tires are slashed. You see… it’s pitch dark, because the lights on the building next door aren’t working today and I have no functioning flash light (I had plans to pick up batteries on Saturday). Also, the fuse blew on my cigarette lighter so my portable air pump is also non-functional. (Also had plans to pick that up on Friday) So… I call the campus police, which take 40 minutes to get to me, call my grandfather to come sit with me while I wait for the tow truck, and call the tow truck (which means like… 45 minutes on hold). And so… then I wait for my friend Doreen who also agrees to come sit with me, until someone who can help me gets there. Annnyway so… it turns out that the air was just let out of the tires, which prompts the police to ask me if I have enemies. Um… not that I know of? I drive home.
Next morning, one of the tires is flat /again/. I decide to now take it over to the mechanic’s, but they tell me there’s nothing wrong with the tires, someone is just letting the air out of them. They found a small gold cap on the tire that was flat, which was probably rigged somehow to let the air out of the tire… but they couldn’t find the mechanism for doing it.
Oh and my cat had a flare-up of her Irritable Bowel Syndrome too…. I don’t think I need to go into details.
So… yes.
At least I bought myself DDRmax2 and Gauntlet Legends as a consolation.
(~Kristen)
