Neko
Dear Diary . . .
I feel guilty today. I keep wondering if the happy police are lurking to give me a ticket for enjoying this perfect day, or if I'm worrying for nothing, because it is simply going to end up a festering pile of shit like most of my days.
Let me 'splain.
The last few days have been a muddled haze of Vicodin, ibuprofen, antibiotics, mixed with pain, swelling, and more pain diffused with the oblivion of naps and movies I've seen so often that I can recite the script by heart.
Add the anxiety produced when you have $17 left to your name, and you really need more like $30 just to make it to the weekend. The cats need more food, which is about $12 for a bag, but you need gas to GET the cat food, which will cost about $5, but it's more like $15, especially if you include the money you need to be able to get to your bosses house and pick up the equipment, get to the gig, get home and get back to the swap meet.
So you can buy cat food, or you can get to work. If you don't buy cat food, the cats will survive, but only because you will be eaten alive in your bed late at night. Which means you don't need gas to get to work after all.
See what I mean about my life being one big Catch-22?
Now, let's make it even more fun. Josh, who is very gainfully employed at the moment, wanted to help me out, especially since I have been running around with expired tags for a while now. Expired tags are bad because if I get pulled over with my bosses equipment in my car, and my car gets impounded, all of the equipment gets locked up too!
So he offered to send me $150 to help out...and believe me, I'm usually the one helping HIM out, so it's nice to put the shoe on the other foot, as it were. So since early Monday morning, he's been trying to send me money via Western Union online.
It wasn't working very well, and the WU phone people weren't much help either. Every day I would get up hoping that I could get things taken care of that day, no matter how craptacular I felt, only to have my hopes dashed.
But Josh is persistent, bless his pointy little heart, and today at about 2am my time, it went through.
So when I got up today, for the first time in 5 days my back didn't hurt! I got dressed quickly and went straight up to the WU place here in town. Now, I was ready for all manner of difficulties, but...there weren't any. I got my money straight off, and I was able to go right to the MVD to get my plates and also to get my DL reissued in my maiden name.
As anyone who has ever dealt with DMV, MVD, or any other permutation of the acronym knows, I was quite simply walking into trouble, right? After all, it was lunchtime by the time I got there, and I had two transactions to do, so the chance of problems increased exponentially.
Except that there were all of two people in line, and I waited for a whole 4 minutes. Once I got called, I managed to get the best MVD employee in the place...someone who knows me personally, and was determined to get everything worked out perfectly for me.
My new Driver's license picture even came out well!
From there, all of the other little errands went smoothly, as if the cosmos had planned it all. And that, my friends, is why I am worried.
After all, today is the anniversary of the most horrific day ever, and no one should have a good day, should they? And isn't it just like me to have my first decent day in ages TODAY!??
Oh well, I needn't worry yet, I have another 8 hours to get through, I'm sure I'll manage to fuck something up before it's all said and done.
I am a wee bit concerned, because I have a gig tonight, and I really don't know quite how to have a good night while not disrespecting the memory of this day, but I guess I'll let the crowd decide how they want to observe this evening.
Wish me luck.
|
I Hate Fucking Deer...part one - 2009-09-28
More money...but not quite enough - 2009-09-27
Hedging Some Bets - 2009-09-24
Virtual Kitteh, Swapping, and Bird Bits - 2009-09-16
