I'm convinced the Parking Nazis are out to ruin my life.
My car has been towed. I do not know why, but it is not in my parking lot. This means I am stranded (who else thinks towing cars is the stupidest thing in the world? How are you supposed to get your car back if you can't drive to the "towing grounds?" At least with a boot you can still get places, it just takes longer because you have to get the boot off). I will be very lucky to make it to class on time. (Dear Dr. pH, is this what you call one of the "really good things to happen to me" that you promised me last night?)
Also, it really just doesn't make any sense. I have my parking permit clearly displayed where it is supposed to be and I have never parked places where I am not supposed to be parked.
I guess my car could have been stolen, and if that is the case, then thank you, thief, for destroying my Calligraphy grade because ALL OF MY PROJECTS ARE IN MY TRUNK!
Sigh. At least today is not Monday. If it were, this would be the beginning of a very bad week. Instead it is just a very bad ending to a slightly bad week.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths