Let's get the non-sucky part out of the way first: went to see Eddie Izzard on Wed. night, w00t! (with editswlonghair
, thanks to whom I was even able to pounce on what may have been the LAST TICKET on an impulse on Tues. night.) It was fantastic, and I recommend the show to everyone. Also, Eddie was just SMOKING HOT. (Not so much with the transvestism; jeans, black tshirt, black cutaway tails-coat with red silk lining; I hear he had on black eyeliner, but from the cheap seats, who can tell?) Also, I was totally charmed by the parts of his routine that consisted of him coming across some stream-of-consciousness point, and resulted in him pulling out his iPhone, calling up Wikipedia, looking up the thing, and reading it to the audience. I know this doesn't sound hilarious, but it was.
As for the rest...
Ehn. I'm still coughing. I'm tired all the time, and I have verrrrrrry little motivation. I was all jittery last night and I didn't know why. I'm extremely crankypants and feel very snappish and irritable, and while that's often a sign of PMS, it can't be, so. MEH.
So as I'm getting off the bus, I mis-time standing up and the bus moving, and I fall on my ass and bruise my legs and arm. :P
I walk over to my car and open the door, and say to myself, "why is there glass all over the seat?"
I had to do an entire circuit of the car before finding that it was the back window that was smashed in. :( :( :( I stood there -- IN THE RAIN -- for several moments staring at it, and thinking, what the hell? There's nothing visible back there except for two boxes of cat-litter, which are still there, and they haven't been moved, so it's not like someone riffled through the back looking for valuables.
So then I put my seat forward to get at the paper towels to brush the glass off my seat, and I find... a golf-ball in the little net pocket on the back of my seat, along with the paper towels. Yes, I *was* parked along a main road that happens to run alongside a country-club.
So I drove up to the country-club -- more glass tinkling off into the back with every bump -- and went inside to find out what their policy might be with regard to their patrons chipping their shots and breaking car windows. And indeed it turns out that they have a Standard Procedure for this, so that worked out fine, and I got their card, and the number of the glass place that does work for them and will supposedly come to me and just charge it to them. *sigh* I really hope they work on a Sat. and that they have a Mini Cooper back window with heating element in stock.
And then I stood there in the COLD and the RAIN (well, not in the rain
, but under the veranda) waiting for AAA to come, because it struck me that driving with chunks of the window liable to fall out at any moment was probably unsafe, and if I tried to break it all out myself, first, I had nowhere to put the stuff, and second, if I cut myself, I would be the biggest moron in the world. It took them nearly an hour to come. telepresence
and then raqs
kindly talked to me -- or allowed me to talk at them -- until then.
Now I have a big piece of cardboard over my back window, and some plastic garbage bags sort of draped over the outside to try to keep out any more rain tonight, and THIS IS NOT THE FRIDAY NIGHT I WAS WANTING TO HAVE.
And my back hurts, and all the energy that I left work with, that I was going to apply to any number of things since I had a late lunch and didn't need to eat right when I got home, is all gone, and I'm hungry now. And my legs hurt.