December 14, 2004

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 drís appt in an hour
  6. found out the Charlie Brown had his wicked way with Sock at Debís 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?


Posted by phreq at December 14, 2004 06:46 PM | TrackBack
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Poor Phreq!

Sounds like you had the worst Monday ever! maybe you should read my russian fudge saga, might cheer you up?

Posted by: Jenni at December 15, 2004 12:32 PM

Man that sucks. My dog ate one of my sleeping pills once. It cost $80 to make her vomit. She was so excited by her trip to the vet (she likes it there, they pay attention to her!) that the vet joked that it seemed more like she had ingested speed.

Posted by: Eleanor at December 15, 2004 01:11 PM

Gyah! I wish I could give you more, but just spent a bunch on presents and a little on new clothes. I hates the shopping. How much is insurance?

Posted by: giffy at December 15, 2004 05:08 PM

Gyah! I wish I could give you more, but just spent a bunch on presents and a little on new clothes. I hates the shopping. How much is insurance?

Posted by: giffy at December 15, 2004 05:08 PM

The fudge story *did* make me feel better, oddly!

Giffy sweet, you don't need to - you should spend your money on you. I appreciate it so much but you know - you gotta look after you. *hugs* I just think my parents should do something. I told them "I have no money to buy food" and their comment was "well wasn't it nice that one of your friends helped you out."

And yes, it *is* bloody nice, and pretty damn lucky too, because otherwise what the hell was I going to do? And then they ask me slanted questions on how i'm going with "my eating problems" as mum calls it.

Well, mummy dear, it'd be much easier to eat if I had more than $2.15 in my wallet! Grrrr!

(sorry. but it just really gets to me. do they think i'm lying? or wasteful with my money in other ways? or do they want me to die?)

Knowing their opinion of me, probably those aren't "or" questions.

Posted by: phreq at December 16, 2004 06:28 AM

Thanks

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