A Shitty Day

God, it was a shitty day. I went out to my car this morning-- only to discover that I  had acquired (over night) a $68 parking ticket and a dead battery. That set the mood for the rest of the day, and it only got worse. After charging the battery--thanks to an obliging neighbor-- I set out for Griffith Park for my morning hike. Though I was VERY low on gas, I didn't want to stop for fear that the battery was not yet fully charged. And, so...I decided to chance it. Yeah, I made it, but my victory was short-lived. As soon as I walked down the mountain (towards the parking lot), something told me that I'd pushed my luck, and boy was I right! The battery was STILL dead! The only word that I could possibly utter was, "fuck." My  car  was parked on a slope--thank Christ-- so I was  able to pop the clutch. Since my boyfriend lives down the road, I thought it would be a good idea for him to check out the car. Though he knows nothing--and I do mean nothing-- about automobiles , I assured myself that he would be able to help. Well, for some odd reason, he didn't have a clue how to fix it. Shocker, huh. He suggested I check the oil! Umm...yeah,  you're a big help there, big guy. Naturally, at this point, I have NO gas in my car; it's beyond empty, and of course, my battery won't charge. My boyfriend had to push my car down his flat/leveled street so that (once again) I could pop the freaking clutch. As the car shot forward--as it often does when you trick it into starting-- I realized that there was no way in hell I would ever make it home on a dry gas tank, so I headed for the first gas station.  It just so happens that the closest location is one that I know well. In fact, my car has broken down there so many times, they half expect it from me. They weren't surprised when I explained to them that not only did I need a pack of cigarettes before I killed someone, bit I also needed to pump my gas with the motor running! They were so nice; their only request was that I move my car to the far pump, so if my car exploded, others wouldn't be harmed! I swear, I couldn't make this shit up if I spent all day trying. I finally made it home. I pulled my car into the driveway, and let it run for an hour. The battery seems to be doing alright at the moment, but I guess the moment of truth will come tomorrow morning when I'm runnung late for class. Now, however, I can't figure out how to reply to MT's blog about our first-day-writing experience. If anyone reads this long blog and feels so inclined to help me out (or possibly giving me a ride to school in the morning), please feel free to contact me here.