It started out Friday. I parked in the lot where the security guard told me I could. Only to find, the next morning, that my car had been towed away. A kindly ride from a co-worker and two hundred dollars later, I had my car back.
But alas, as I was driving to Santa Monica to work on Sunday, a disappointing clunking noise startled me out of a driving coma. The car didn't want to accelerate and all of those pesky lights on the dashboard started blinking at me.
I hoped maybe the gas gauge was off...it showed about 2 gallons left. So I filled her up. To no avail. She just clunked away.
I made it home but have been taking the bus ever since. Which has been fine, except for last night, when the metro broke down and it took me over 2 hours to get home. I could have walked it in an hour and a half (I have). But I kept getting hopeful that the bus was still coming. Besides, on the way to the metro station yesterday morning, I walked by the body of a girl who had just been killed so walking around after dark wasn't sounding terribly appealing.
Tonight I came home to find someone had tried to break into my house. They almost got the entire door jam off and bent through both of the metal plates surrounding my locks. Luckily, they couldn't get in. But then, neither could I. So, someone came and forced my door open and is, at the moment, rebuilding half my wall. Tomorrow they will give me a metal door outside of my wood one. You know, those doors that immediately make you think "bad neighborhood."
And it's only Wednesday. Sigh.
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Ah, see, here's a perfect example of the kind of thing one finds oneself blogging about off-handedly because how else to acknowledge it? and yet is perfectly horrifying to friends and family. Be safe. Sigh.
Oh my gosh.
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