Friday, October 22, 2004

 
So today I hurt my neck. Wanna know how? I was SO pissed off this morning, and I mean SOOO pissed off... (wanna know why?) Okay, so my cell phone was dead, and I usually call Jay at home to wake him up. So I was stuck in the damn Route 3 traffic, driving about 3 mph. I know Jay's been working insanely crazy hours (yes, that is redundant, but he's working his tail off), so I know he has to get up extra early. But my cell phone was dead! So that's anger-inducer #1. Traffic I guess would be anger-inducer #2 and #3, because I loathe traffic. So I'm on level three, here, folks. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the Treble Cove Road exit, which should only take 3-4 minutes. Some cop in obnoxious fluorescent green was directing traffic on the ramp. Anger-inducer #4. He had no idea what he was doing. Truck in front of me that took over 5 seconds to get into traffic: anger-inducer #5. Lots of traffic on Treble Cove Road... it didn't get me too much more angry. Doopee doo, I drive to McDonald's, the whole while cursing myself for not charging my own phone the night before. (Anger level rising...) I get to MickeyD's, drive around frantically looking for a pay phone.

I get to the pay phone (how cute that it's a bright red phone with a bright yellow receiver!). I had given all my change to a homeless guy on Storrow Drive the day before, thinking I was helping society out. Well, I wasn't helpin' me any I guess. I frantically scraped up 25 cents (anger-inducer #6). Now, the pay phone brightly advertises "Long Distance Calls only 25 cents!" So I pop in my quarter, frantically dial, and wait. The smell of greasy hash browns beckons. "The number you have dialed requires a coin deposit. Please hang up and try again." Apparently it costs FIFTY cents to make a stupid pay phone call! Anger-inducer #7. (I'm pissed by now.) I run back to my car, rip open my purse, empty the contents... nothing. I look in the console on the passenger door... bingo. Another quarter. I run back to the phone, call Jay, tell him he's got to wake up because I can't call him again, and book it back to the car. I realize I don't have enough time to indulge in hash browns. Dammit! Anger-inducer #8!!

So I peel out, book it back onto Treble Cove Road. A yellow light suddenly flashes from my dashboard: low fuel. Okay, so by this time, my face is red and I'm ready to scream. So I do. I screamed at my stupid fuel gauge for telling me I have only a little less than half a tank, then suddendly dipping down to less than 1/4 tank. I screamed at the yellow Ford Focus in front of me for not going as fast I wanted them to. I screamed at my cell phone, and I screamed at my purse for not having more loose change, and I even screamed at my pants because they were itchy. As I'm screaming, I know I HAVE to go back to get gas, because it's a long way to Cambridge and I don't like taking risks when it comes to running out of gas when I have to be at work.

The Hess was packed. Stupid drivers needing gas! What are they thinking?? I book it on past Hess, and go to the green gas station that has cheap-o gas. The guy at the pump next to me likes to stare. Ass. It's one of those "pay cashier first" deals with no credit card swiper. I go through the tedious motions of giving the guy my card, pumping my gas, getting my card, getting cut in line twice by burly men who smelled like trasmission fluid and wore dirty flannel jackets, signing my receipt, and getting the door not held for me by the skinny nerd who leaves before me. I'm angry. I get back onto Treble Cove Road. I have to wait in 7 minutes of traffic to get back onto Route 3 because of that green fluorescent-clad cop.

It was about this time when I realized that the right/back side of my neck was killing me, on the verge of going numb. It wasn't a stress headache thing, it was like an "I strained myself when I twisted my neck completely wrong." Only I hadn't twisted my neck, I just did a lot of screaming at things. I hurt my neck screaming!! I seriously considered calling in to work because I was just miserable by this point. It really hurt! I had to put on Classical 102.5 to calm me down.

Don't drive angry! You'll hurt your neck!

Monday, October 11, 2004

 
DISCLAIMER: I wrote this post last week, and it apparently didn't post. Which is probably for the best because it was a sucky post anyway.

Happy birthday, Chris Cuddy! We went out to the Courtside for karaoke night - woo hoo! What a dive. Yes, we were scared when we walked in... and yes, the DJ sounded like he was completely smashed as he sang. Jay asked, "Is he singing like that so we'll feel comfortable sucking?" I think we know the answer is, "No. He just really does suck." Cuddy had a pretty big gang of people there, and it was actually scary to imagine what the place would be like if none of us were there.

...so I got bored and didn't want to finish the post. That upper part was written yesterday, and then I just decided to excite myself with another stimulus. I don't think blogging is the thing for me! I wish Dennis would have been at the karaoke night so he could write a comprehensive blog about it...

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