Currently, there is an air of air of promise floating around my bedroom. This morning I woke up feeling fresh and excited for the day. Sure, this week has sucked, but I wasn't thinking about the bad. I was happy because my dad hadn't come in to make his morning phone calls while sitting in front of the computer which just happens to be in my room. I had lost no sleep. So I woke up, showered and dressed, feeling sexylicious in a smaller shirt size than I've been buying since I've lost +/- 15 pounds this year, and headed off to the hospital where I ate lunch with my mom and the other nursery nurses. Nice. Pleasant.
Then I drove home and when I turned into Ridge Park and attempted to cross over that huge hump that looks like a ghetto 20 foot long Rodeo Drive, I lost accelerator power. I coasted half way down the street before I lost power steering and then came to a slow stop to side of the road in front of a neighbor's driveway. Thinking I could have been out of fuel (the excursion is always close to empty and there's no telling what the fuel gauge will say) I walked down the street to grab the 5 gallon tank of diesel we have in our garage. I fueled the car and tried to start... no go. It's out of oil. No oil at all. Em-T. Yeah.
So my mom came and steered while I pushed that damn thing out of the way of the driveway in the 110 degree sun. Now I'm home and I can't wait to leave. The excursion is waiting for oil from my dad halfway down the street.
Anyway, the air of promise from earlier today is coming back now. I've had a really lame 2 hours but things are getting a little better. Still... I need to get out of here.
