So this morning I get up late as usual, scoff down the food whilst changing and showering at the same time. All is a normal day. Little did I realise that today is Friday the 13th, and by the laws of the supernatural, I really should just shut my door and hide in the closet for fear of giant hairy spiders entering my mouth without me knowing (don't you dare attempt to make my greatest fear come to life).
Excuse me whilst I bitch and whine in this post like a spoilt brat about my latest run of bad luck, when there's a poor kid living in Africa with only three slices of bread to last the week.
So on this day of unholy and evil days, a couple of things go wrong for me. The new car is starting to make a noise. Something's happening to it methinks. There's a quiet, high-pitched squeal to the engine sound now which I noticed this morning. It still runs ok, but watch this space. Then two hours later whilst I'm slaving away at work to earn the tax office their money, my brother tells me that my computer has broken down...again. I only just got the damn thing back two weeks ago from getting it fixed from whatever the hell went wrong with it the first time round. I haven't even had the computer for a month yet! I don't think anyone knows what the hell is wrong with it now. And it looks like I'll have to wait 'til Thursday for someone to come round to even have a look at it. He'll most likely take it away and I'll most likely get it back in another week. Anyone got a hobby I can take up for the next two weeks?
Then there's the computers going down at work whilst writing a letter, and the patient that accidentally coughed in my face.
Meh I'll stop.
By the way, continuing on the Transformers theme of late, check out the following video. Kudos to either Cindy, Deb or Max who told me about this one. Sorry, I forget who.
