Let me set the scene.
I went to bed after three yesterday.
I know. Stupid.
Especially since I needed to be at work between 8 and 9:30am.
Clearly I'm always closer to 9:30 than 8.
But today I woke up tired.
Not just a little tired.
I contemplated staying in bed and just not going.
But I definitely knew that wasnt gonna go over well.
So I dragged myself out of bed.
And left a couple minutes later than usual.
I hopped in the red car.
After the first two days of me working, Ben vetoed driving me to work anymore.
What can I say? Sometimes I like a morning chauffeur.
But sadly now I drive myself.
So I'm driving the red car.
It is ghetto since having been in my possession Year Four.
Josh trashed it. Ben trashed it. And Lindsay crashed it.
So I go to turn onto University Drive.
And suddenly the car is not working.
Yup. Bad boy stalled.
I put my hazards on. Cause I was in the freaking middle of the road.
Popped it into neutral and restarted it.
My car is an automatic.
Are you freaking kidding me.
I call Ben and he informs me of three things.
1. When low on gas the car stalls... when turning left.
2. The gas gage doesnt work slash gage how much gas is in the car.
3. The problem occurred when Lindsay crashed the car into a snow bank last year.
Stalling and feeling the car give out is annoying.
This made my drive annoying.
But yesterday I bought a new pair of scrubs. Cause P.S. I only brought one pair to AB. Yup... I'm disgusting and have been wearing the same pair of navy scrubs everyday. Pauline (my doctor) just thought I owned alot of Navy scrubs. Ha. Nope.
Pauline was shocked today to discover I only bought the one pair. Cause I ran into her whilst shopping for them and it came out I've been wearing one pair. Alaya's mom picked them out for me. It was kinda great. Though I've come to the conclusion that all scrub tops are awkward on me. I dislike that. I just wanna wear a t-shirt. Is that too much to ask?