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Karmic-Adjusted Travel For The Paranoid

I have come to the conclusion that holidays take revenge in order to balance the amount of fossil fuels burnt in transit. The more wasteful you are, the more likely you will experience a nasty holiday-related injury or illness.

That being the case, I guess my weekend in Welly came cheap at the price of a horizontal Sunday. I think it was either the evil chicken from the cafe, or the evil rice from the other cafe. Because I didn't drink that much. Did I? A few glasses of wine. No spirits. No extra bizarre alcohol or even evening meds! Unusually restrained, in fact.

Anyway, Sunday was spent kind of stapled to any available flat surface, so I didn't manage to fly home until first thing Monday. It was one of those "holding my head very steady and looking intently at the seat in front of me" flights. But I made it in safely and then I:

1. left my luggage in the taxi
2. got a letter from my landlord saying bank has dishonoured rent and give it to them in cash immediately (thank god for you giffy)
3. got a letter from my insurance saying bank has dishonoured ap
4. realised I had no power on the meter
5. looked at my calendar and saw I had a dr’s appt in an hour
6. found out the Charlie Brown had his wicked way with Sock at Deb’s place so she might be pregnant
7. realised I had no petrol in car
8. realised the car registration had expired
9. found out my chemist has started dispensing my meds in bizarre quantities
10. saw Sock eating said medication
11. rang after hours vet and was told it would cost at least $80 to make Sock vomit
12. spent anxious night wondering if Sock would die

(Sock survived. In fact, she woke up at 1.30am wanting to play. and have a walk. and play. She nearly got another tranquilizer.)

Hey. Universe. We're even. Go away and leave me in peace for a bit, yah?