"Picture yourself sleeping on a plane there's something ticking in the overhead
and inside your brains, there's bodies in the water and bodies in your basement, if heaven's for clean people it's vacant...and hey! are you are you are you are you you know? and hey! are you are you are you are you being careful? and hey! are you are you are you are you luke warm? Hey! ya you are I'm frantic! so load me up whatever puts me all the way out whatever puts me all the way out..."

So I’m having a horrible day, and I thought you would appreciate hearing the events. It started normally, Friday at CityLine when fortune smiled upon me and I was allowed to go home early. I can beat traffic I thought! Wrong. There was an accident and it took me over an hour to get home. Ok not so bad, things happen, I can deal with it. I’m text messaging my good friend Mel to pass the time when I decide to empty my text message box. My phone freezes, I take out the battery and try to turn it back on and it won’t pass the welcome screen. I believe this would be the point when I yelled “fuck!” several times out loud with great emphasis. So I continue to

sit in traffic with my broken cell phone and decide to clean my windows. The wiper fluid comes on but the wipers don’t move. Let me preface this by saying, my car is a 2007 Ford Focus, I took it in 2 weeks prior to fix the wipers because they were sporadically not working. I go to the dealership to pick it up and they still don’t work, they fix them again. So you can imagine how happy I was to discover a mere few weeks later, they no longer work again. I continue to drive in bumper to bumper traffic and wait for the wiper fluid to dry so I can see where I’m going. Once I do, I tried to get in the right lane but couldn’t and let the guy to my right pass, the guy behind him gives me the middle finger and the crazy sign (where someone puts their finger to their temple and makes a circular motion, just in case you aren’t familiar). Why ? Couldn’t tell ya. I take my phone to Telus and ask for help. I think I get some good news; my phone is still covered under warranty. Oh but guess what? That doesn’t matter, my phone has to be shipped out for 2-3 weeks and all my phone info is now lost. Great. If they decide that the phone breaking was my fault, they can give me a cost estimate or I can buy a new phone. So someone PLEASE tell me what this supposed warranty gets me besides f’d in the a. This is all in combination with the fact I have 2 weeks to decide whether to move to Hamilton or Toronto and there are equal pros and cons for both, not to mention the fact I have no where/one to live in Toronto with. I finally got a part time job in my field, which I’m ecstatic about, but it’s being over shadowed by all the stress of trying to figure out living, and money I don’t have. I feel like I’m suffocating under the weight of all the debt I owe. Balllllls!