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The last two days have sucked for me. So, if I'm in a bad mood, sorry.
Jan and I left for Myrtle Beach at 12:00/12:30 on Tuesday. It takes an hour and a half to drive to MB from Charleston via Highway 17. My flight was at 3:05. We made, for the most part, decent time, though we stopped for lunch and gas, and it took twenty minutes to get back on the road. So Jan kind of sped the rest of the way there, though we were slowed down by a bunch of fender benders and the idiots who decided that the highway was a great place to slow down and gawk. I get at the airport at 2:40, and guess what? They refuse to let me on the flight, because I was too late to check in by five minutes. I missed by flight. And the next one was for 12:15 the following day. So, after Jan went in and "talked" to them and ended up knocking over signs as she left, we went to a Super 8 Motel, got me checked in, went to Walmart so I could get some fresh clothes for Wednesday, and then she went home and I spent the night at a hotel by myself for the first time in my life.
I got to the airport fine, and the flight was great. My seatmate was afraid of flying and was very talkative and nice. I guess I made the mistake of assuming that things would look up from here.
Since dad had a golf game, I got to borrow his car to go to Kalamazoo and pick up a packet of information that I needed to fill out and give to the gynecologist that I needed to go see the next morning. Once in Kalamazoo, I managed to rear-end someone at a stoplight (I thought they'd inched forward and let up on the gas), and they yelled at me, and while we were waiting for the cops talked in hushed voices of calling 911 and reporting an accident. The only damage done was to my dad's car, and I wasn't even sure if it was from the accident at the time because dad has a tendency to let things go. He had a cracked taillight for months at one point.
So after everything got straightened out, I got to Grandma's, and she suggested we go out for Chinese. I offered to drive, and after dinner, was not so delighted to find out that the car battery had died, and I had to have someone jump start the car for me. (The girl was very nice about it, though. She's now my favorite person in Kalamazoo.) And as I drove home, already pissed off and stressed out, the car decided to tell me that it needed oil and gas, and not in that order. I didn't get home until 10 at night last night. So,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blazingmoogle, don't bitch at me for not being able to apply to the Werewolf game. I'm not in the mood for any bullshit.
And guess what? That gynecologist appointment I had this morning? They had me written down for Aug. 30th.
Jan and I left for Myrtle Beach at 12:00/12:30 on Tuesday. It takes an hour and a half to drive to MB from Charleston via Highway 17. My flight was at 3:05. We made, for the most part, decent time, though we stopped for lunch and gas, and it took twenty minutes to get back on the road. So Jan kind of sped the rest of the way there, though we were slowed down by a bunch of fender benders and the idiots who decided that the highway was a great place to slow down and gawk. I get at the airport at 2:40, and guess what? They refuse to let me on the flight, because I was too late to check in by five minutes. I missed by flight. And the next one was for 12:15 the following day. So, after Jan went in and "talked" to them and ended up knocking over signs as she left, we went to a Super 8 Motel, got me checked in, went to Walmart so I could get some fresh clothes for Wednesday, and then she went home and I spent the night at a hotel by myself for the first time in my life.
I got to the airport fine, and the flight was great. My seatmate was afraid of flying and was very talkative and nice. I guess I made the mistake of assuming that things would look up from here.
Since dad had a golf game, I got to borrow his car to go to Kalamazoo and pick up a packet of information that I needed to fill out and give to the gynecologist that I needed to go see the next morning. Once in Kalamazoo, I managed to rear-end someone at a stoplight (I thought they'd inched forward and let up on the gas), and they yelled at me, and while we were waiting for the cops talked in hushed voices of calling 911 and reporting an accident. The only damage done was to my dad's car, and I wasn't even sure if it was from the accident at the time because dad has a tendency to let things go. He had a cracked taillight for months at one point.
So after everything got straightened out, I got to Grandma's, and she suggested we go out for Chinese. I offered to drive, and after dinner, was not so delighted to find out that the car battery had died, and I had to have someone jump start the car for me. (The girl was very nice about it, though. She's now my favorite person in Kalamazoo.) And as I drove home, already pissed off and stressed out, the car decided to tell me that it needed oil and gas, and not in that order. I didn't get home until 10 at night last night. So,
blazingmoogle, don't bitch at me for not being able to apply to the Werewolf game. I'm not in the mood for any bullshit.And guess what? That gynecologist appointment I had this morning? They had me written down for Aug. 30th.
