Well. Fucking. Hell.

So yesterday I get up, I get dressed, I load for bear (for the game) and I go out to my car. I get in, I drive a little way when I notice it's not handleing right, even for being the little shitbox that it is. Then it starts makeing really horrible sounds. So I pull off the road, get out, and low and behold, there's a hole I can put my index through in the sidewall of the rear passenger tire.
(Evidently Fitchburg's great Halloween prank is spiking car tires.)

So I hoof down to the Getty Station and call the game to let them know where I was and that I'd be late. Then I call AAA and get them moving. Then I call my mom.
Point of note, do not call the Mom when you are trying to get something done in a reasonable amount of time.
So there I sat, on the side of a road whose name I did not know, on my trunk, reading the Transmet I was meaning to return to Bleys.
Point of note, when angry and on the side of the road, do not read Transmet.
So AAA guy gets there, eventually, and puts on my spare and tells me to limp to Walmart and get a new one. Walmat is the only place open to buy/change tires, you see.
So I get to Walmart. One tire, $40. Shouldn't talk too long, right?
Estimated time until service, 4 hours.
Fuck that noise.
So I call Bleys, tell him what's up, and they send a ferry for me. (Thanks, Druid.)
Game goes on, and I was not the last one there!
Game was very good. We need to work on party cohesion, but that will come with time. Many hazzooos to Bleys for running an entertaining game.
So after the game, we sit around relaxing and just being comfy. This was very good. Raoul gets volunteered to take me home, which he accepts in good stride, and at about 11:30 we make rumbling to get to the door.
When it hits me in a striking moment of clarity that I can't go home.
The keys for my room are sitting on a keyring in Lunenburg locked in a Walmart.
*&%^.
%^*#^%! ^&$&!*# $^!!.

So once again, with a grace and good nature found only in a precious few, I was extended to right arm of hospitality. *sigh* I should really get started on all those cookies I owe people.
And so Raoul, with a kindness reserved only for minor dieties, gave me a ride to Mt. Walmart today to get my car, and consequently keys, out of hock.

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After long discussion, it seems to many that the time of stagnation has got to end.
I think today saw a change in the wind, but I cannot be sure. Let's keep our fingers crossed, boys and girls.

And now, to class. Woo.

-K.

News and Musing.

So Falcon is being car-sat over in Leominster now. I have no desire to replace more tires.
Fuzzy tired. No ambition tired. I have some ambition being waved at me (thanks, Bleys,) but it's a half-hearted attempt I make. Which is better than no attempt, I suppose.

Called Mom to talk about things. Mom came through with info that would have been helpful had I know it yesterday, but does nothing but makes me feel like a guilty idiot today. *grumblewhateversigh*
Have to call back International Ed tomorrow. They left a message on my voicemail. Very Nervous.
Had to tell Mother basically that fuck the political climate, if they'll take me, I'm going to bloody Ireland in January, no matter what international pranks our frat boy president gets himself into.

Started thinking about wants tonight. As in, what do I want? Why do I want it? You know, silly introverted things that one thinks of after certain periods of time.
And you know, this list is awfully short.
I want a quiet place with a comfortable bed. I want a quiet job with a comfortable income. I want someone I can be loud or quiet with, and just be myself around. I want someone I can trust, and a hand on my back. I want a dog. Or a cat. Or any four-legger at this point. I think sometimes Raoul wonders how I can just sit and watch the cats.
But wants and needs are not much alike. And being a nice person doesn't make going to sleep lonely any easier at night.

Just musings. I should probably get a me a full spectrum lightbulb pretty soon, or this journal's going to really interesting.

- K.