Today started out well enough…

Went to the massage place. As we were getting out of the car to go there, I opened my door and hit another car. I inspected it and I had chipped off some paint. The little thing was about the size of a pencil eraser, but I was still concerned. I wanted to find the driver and have them know. So, Mom and I investigated and we found the owner. Mom took care of it. It seemed to go pretty well. The owner was upset at first; it was a new car, only had 1,000 miles on it. But, after she checked it out, she said that “it was fine” and then she thanked my mom for letting her know about it. Got my massage and dandiness.

Went to Culver’s drive-thru, got Chicken Dumpling soup and some fries. It was good.

Got to the theatre and all went well. I only forgot one line. I said my farewells to fellow cast members and left.

That’s when my day started going all downhill.

We got home and there was crap with the car-lady. Apparently she called Mom’s insurance place and ranted. All. About. A. Pencil-sized. Paint chip. Then I was annoyed. I had even said at the massage place, “Thank God she’s not a crazy lady…” Spoke too soon, I guess.

Then I went to take a shower. It was nice enough, for a while. Shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I was putting conditioner in. I got it all in when…the water stopped. And it wouldn’t come back on. Mom told me that the pump might have broke. I still had conditioner in my hair. None of the water is working. Not the sinks, only the toilets. But that’s because a toilet recycles its own water! We had to use seven bottles of purified water to get the conditioner out.

…And, we were going to go to the Olive Garden for dinner. Dad’s gone playing bridge, so we weren’t going to have a normal dinner. I was really looking forward to the Olive Garden! First there’s a crazy woman (and note that I’m really tempted to type a couple of words other than “woman” that would be rude), who’s a liar to boot, and then my shower messes up, so it’s too late to go to the Olive Garden!

My day was going so well, too…

And I don’t even know if Jake got to see any of my performances.

I’m glad that Josh is coming home on Friday…I really miss him and I’m feeling down right now. I hope Tim will be able to come home, also…it just wouldn’t be the same without him, either.

I’ll go now before I get any more emo.