This is pure venting on my part, FWIW.
In the course of a few hours, the next five days of my life fell to pieces. Some background: for months, my I-wish-she-was-more-than-my-friend Stephanie and I had been planning to spend the days around the New Year in New York City. We were staying in hostels, being poor college students and all.
Well, Stephanie was there from when classes let out on an internship. She then came back home to MI for Christmas. On Christmas, she caught the worst stomach flu bug. Plus, her luggage was lost. Because of those things, she misses her indended flight back to NYC. She scrambles to find a new flight to no avail. Thus, her reservations at the hostel fall through. No transportation, no shelter, you do the math.
Meanwhile, I’m trying frantically to reach Stephanie, who has no cell phone or computer at her house, surrounded by my family, ALL of whom have caught the stomach flu. I haven’t caught it yet, but then, around 7 p.m. today, things get weird. My tummy inflates like a balloon, and let’s just say I got to know the toilet VERY well the next four hours.
The two incidents, really, have nothing do to with eachother. But either one of them independently would have killed my trip to New York, which both of them did. I don’t know… I guess all the bad karma I’ve stored for 21 years hit me all at once today… and I’m out $600.
In short, today blew (chunks). Thanks for endulging me.
