So this morning on my way to work (early. again.) I wasn't able to swerve out of the way of a pot hole and blew out a tire. In -4 degree weather on March 2nd. I had to wake Steve up to come and help me and we still couldn't get the lug nuts loose. So I got to pay for a tow in addition to two new tires. Joy. On my way home from work I was thinking of how nice it was that Steve did come out and help me and then let me use his car all day and how I put way more miles on it than he would have. So I decided it'd be nice if I filled up his tank for him and stopped at the gas station on the corner to do so. I promptly locked myself out of the car. So I had to walk over to the building, shadow some stranger inside and beg the caretaker (who has moved since the last time I had to talk to them) to let me in my apartment to get my spare set of keys.
I have this to say:
I want a do-over.
Today is just not going correctly.
I'm doing it wrong.
I give up.
I was going to say I don't have a photograph for this. But as it turns out I do.