When it rains it pours. Wednesday, I stubbed the big toe on my left foot, right before I was supposed to meet a friend for a kickboxing class. I went anyway… macho-like and yeah, in pain.
Thursday, while taking out the garbage (stupidly in my bare feet), I noticed a parking ticket on my car, which was parked in my own ($&*! driveway, for goodness sake.
Apparently, those charmers in the Department of Parking enforcement were a little low on their quota for the month, so they swept through San Francisco neighborhoods looking for cars in driveways that were — even barely — jutting out into the sidewalk.
The fine? $75. Ouch!
And double-ouch, when — in my anger and frustration — I stumbled walking back upstairs, and stubbed the big toe on my right foot, making it a rather bloody mess.
Thoroughly pissed off at the world by this point, I laid in my bed reading some old Dilbert comics to cheer myself up… and completely forgot about my 7pm Advanced Lindy class with two of my favorite instructors.
Then again, I probably wasn’t in any shape to be Lindy’ing anyway. I stayed home for the rest of the night and sulked. Quite effectively, too, I might add.
Luckily, the next days were considerably better to me, and I’ll definitely write about those… perhaps soon 🙂