godfriggindammit

i should be at sweets ballroom right now, but the universe chose tonight to allow me my first running out of gas experience. apparently when they replaced my dash lights, in addition to punching a hole in the top of the dash, they caused my gas warning light to cease functioning. me no happy. miraculously, there was somehow precisely enough gas to get me home across the bay bridge last night at 2:30am and then allow me today to merely start the car and then have it die before i had a chance to even put it in gear to pull out. so that's fortunate, right? somehow i must gather my will to not let this completely ruin my mood. my tendency is of course towards "poor me why does this have to happen to me, the universe hates me, i'll never be happy and successful..." but we're strong enough today to fight that, right? right? right. as long as AAA gets here soon... sigh.

one wonders

why is it that i must only ever have problems like this when i'm running late and already supposed to be somewhere? i mean, ok, i tend to run a bit late, but not everywhere i go is on a serious time schedule... invariably BART will be running perfectly on time 99% of the time i ride it, but when i'm already late for something, they'll take the train i need out of service. i'm sure i'm just exaggerating and it's just that i'm more aware of delays when i need to be somewhere, right? but really, practically no problems at all with my car for the past three years, and now twice in a month it won't start when i'm trying to get to a concert. but AAA is here now, yay.