Got my car back this morning. I was so happy to be mobile again. Went to work and found out I have the morning off. Also so happy. Then car starts acting a little strange. Then stalls out and power steering locks up in the middle of High Street, Hanover, Pomfret, York, and my street. I have the hugest anxiety attack. Then I forgot I worked tonight so I get called by my boss who seems pretty pissed off. Then my mom has to rush home because there is no way for me to take my car back out to get to work. I take her car and cry a little on the way to work hoping I don’t get fired or written up. I get to work an hour late and everyone is insensitive and makes a big joke about my car failing on me. I go to the bathroom and shed a little tear before clocking in and now I sit and sulk in my room.

But you know what, I jinxed myself today. I said those terrible words, “my life can’t get any worse, right?”

I am a dummy.