Recipe for Disaster
Don’t say I never gave you anything.
Start with not accomplishing any of your errands set for the day. Follow closely with
witnessing felonies committed on a friend and neighbor reaffirming your
status as a victim in your own city.
Then have a REALLY bad day at work, complete with calls from the mother of your tutee who has just failed his final. You know the student you gave up your entire memorial day weekend to tutor at standard price. Yeah that one.
On your way home have your car die in one of the busiest streets in Detroit. At night. Alone. With your phone dying.
Dodge traffic while waiting for tow truck, only to partake in an arguement about absolutely NOTHING with family members all the way home (going at a snail’s pace insuring that you miss all of your other scheduled activities of course).
Crawl into a corner to hide with netbook in a last ditch attempt to write ANYTHING for today’s wordcount and develop a migraine that sufficiently crushes the rest of your spirit.
Simmer on low heat then cool and serve.
This is some serious suckage. Sounds like tonight needs to be a Q r&r recouperation period! ::HUG:: I don’t have the interwebs to hop on and chat, but you can call me!