Whatta Week
My week sucked but somehow I’m managing to feel quite calm and philosophical about it all. Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday I had three crappy dates with three morons (one must keep putting oneself out there in order to meet somebody … blech). Wednesday I found out that my friend Tim died in his sleep while on vacation in Australia. Cause of death as yet unknown but suspected to have been a brain aneurysm. Tim was a skydiving friend and the best friend of another couple of my friends. Dammit Tim, I will miss you… rest in peace my friend, I hope you find the happiness you never quite grasped when you were alive. Thursday I finally saw my doctor to get mega-antibiotics for my mega-sinus-infection. Friday I was unable to achieve my usual pre-Numbers nap because the kats demanded attention; I finally got up and ate then tried to nap again, this time the kats snuggled up nicely and I overslept (methinks they were scheming to keep me home). I arrived extremely fashionably late at Numbers to find Shu in a remarkably good mood. She also had an Attitude*. Not only that, but she gave ME an Attitude. Saturday afternoon I attempted to drive to the Heights to look at a rental house. The southwest freeway was helpfully closed for a portion in an incredibly inefficient manner so as to cause a back-up of traffic for miles which resulted in a one-hour shuffle to move one mile. During this exciting event my cell phone crapped out which turned out to be an apparent global conspiracy virus of some kind. Towards the last few feet of the off-ramp two lanes of jam-packed cars were forced to merge into one… naturally, the good drivers of Houston in the right lane were being pukeheads and doing their damndest to not let us lefties merge. I ended up having to accelerate hard, cut a pukehead off, and slam my brakes on. Luckily, they arrived to my left at the traffic light and even luckier, they had their passenger side window open. I opened my window and enquired in my oh-so-very-polite English accent: “Excuse me? is that a cross you have hanging from your rearview mirror?” “Umm, yes”, they responded, “it is”. “Well”, said I, “that was awfully fucking Christian of you to not let me exit back there. You might want to discuss THAT with Your God!”
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*a tasty drink concoction made just for her.