(Originally written on March 24, 2009)
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The past few days have been a bit, well, out-of-whack for me. In a bad way.
Usually, I play trivia on Sunday nights with Gaston, Napoleon, Rowdy, and crew. This Sunday, though, I skipped it because I was studying for the two tests I was supposed to have had yesterday. Yesterday morning, I woke up around 4:50am in order to get some (okay, maybe a lot) last minute cramming in. Scarlet picked me up because Flower-Child, the scatter-brained classmate that normally takes me to class, called to tell me she couldn’t take me – but it was okay because I got that all worked out. After parking and grabbing a campus paper (I strictly pick one up every day for the puzzles: one crossword and one Sudoku), a woman from the Marketing Department stopped us to let us know that the professor was having heart issues and that our tests were postponed until Wednesday (tomorrow). We were in disbelief. Don’t get me wrong, I hope the prof is doing well health-wise, but that wasn’t exactly the best way to start off the week.
I was cracked out on coffee and had absolutely nothing to do. I was in the vicinity of Polly’s and decided to head there, even though it was only 10am at this point and figured they weren’t open yet. They weren’t, but they were there prepping for opening for the day and they let me in to just chill.
I hung out there until Gaston swung by and picked me up to watch 24 (I don’t really watch any TV show regularly, but he does, and 24 and American Idol are his picks). Once it was over, we finally had sex for the first time in nearly two weeks – needless to say, it was very, um…brief.
By the way, I’m an insomniac and I normally take sleeping pills before bed at night in order to remain holding on to my sanity. However, I didn’t feel like running up to my apartment to get them and figured I might be okay since I had been awake since 4:50am and had been drinking all day. Boy was I wrong! Of course, by the time I noticed this, it was too late. And it doesn’t help that Gaston has to have the TV on in order to fall asleep, which keeps me alert and awake, of course. This has happened before, but he specifically let me know last night before we went to bed that he didn’t feel like cuddling – to which I obliged. So I was laying there, flipping from being too hot to too cold and back again, and feeling like a creeper just laying there staring at him…
Eventually (around 4:30am), I decided I’d just go upstairs and hop in my own bed. I drifted in (barely) and out of sleep for about two hours when construction work started (yes, at 6:30am!) in the lot right outside my bedroom window. By 8:30m, which is when I was originally intending on waking up, I had a monstrous migraine.
At this point, I was already contemplating skipping class. BUT, I then decide to roll over and check my BlackBerry for e-mails. Sure enough, the one message awaiting me is from the company I had a second interview with about two weeks ago, “[regretting] to inform [me] that [they] have decided not to extend an offer of employment at this time.” It was confirmed: class was out.
Two minutes later, I receive a call from Gaston, who is never up that early. His Jeep has been in the shop, so he’s been driving his mom’s Cadillac…which wouldn’t start. Normally, this may not have been that big of a deal, but he has to drive to the state capitol for a job interview on Thursday. He needed me to jump him off. Well, my jumper cables are really short and Gaston’s car was sandwiched between two others, one of which belongs to Napoleon (and the only car on that side of the Caddy). So Gaston goes in, gets Napoleon’s keys, moves his car, and then I pull up to get everything set up. The battery was completely dead.
Gaston insisted that he was going to go get the battery checked out right then and asked if he could borrow my car. Letting him drive it with me in it is one thing, but I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of just letting him take my car. If anything were to happen, Beast and Martyr would have my head! I have a terrible driving record (with outrageous insurance that they currently pay) and so does Gaston, and my parents are aware of it – he has shared with them the story of when he took a turn going 90 mph and collided with a house, knocking it off of its foundation!
Anyways, we get to Pep Boys and, even though it’s pretty much guaranteed that the battery is dead, Gaston has them check it just to be sure. I had originally gone in with him, but the smell was going to cause me to either vomit, pass out, or both (migraine). So I waited in the car for about 15 minutes, when he comes out to tell me the test is going to take 45 minutes. I was hungry, so we went down the street to Chick-Fil-A for some breakfast.
With only 20 minutes to go and almost immediately after we finished eating, we each receive a text from Napoleon asking if one of us had his keys. Gaston goes, “We’ve got to take Napoleon his keys. Hurry, because we need to be back at Pep Boys in 20 minutes!” My first response being, “Does he actually need them right now? Or does he just want to know where they are?” This apparently didn’t matter, and we start driving back to the apartment. Napoleon is gone when we get there – turns out he just needed to go to campus to get a transcript (which didn’t require having his keys).
Once we finally get back to Pep Boys, it is confirmed that the battery is dead. But they don’t carry it, so we still had to find it somewhere else. Ultimately, we happenstanced upon another car parts store down the street that, thankfully, carried the battery we needed.
The car still wouldn’t start after initially hooking it up. So Gaston had to play mechanic for a little while. Everything finally worked out and I was able to chill at noon.
What a day, huh?
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