Well then. This week has already kind of kicked me in the face a little bit. I left my laptop in Scotsville at Greg's apartment. Got a hospital bill, because it did not go properly on the insurance. (It's a BIG hospital bill, too. Can't even pretend to pay for it minus insurance.) My paycheck from the school was not quite as large as I had hoped, so when I paid the school my final (final!) balance, that pretty much took half of that. My voice lesson (one week before my recital) sucked ass. I spent forty-five minutes on my three song French set, which was nightmarish. I was at Secret Garden rehearsal until 1:30 am Monday, and when I got home, there was smoke/steam wafting out from under the hood.
Yeah. That's right. I popped the hood and there was more smoke. Had Sam (Terry's brother and our technical director at MBC Theatre) look under the hood on Tuesday and we discovered that the radiator is busted. That's about three-hundred dollars right there. (He looked up how much the part costs, then considered the average cost of labor in this area.) So, I can't drive any further than twenty miles at a stretch. (Which means I can't go to Scotsville to get my laptop, or to take care of Greg's plants while he's gone, which I had planned on doing to surprise him.) I also need to pay my accompanist at the end of the week, so now I have managed to talk to my parents about needing a total sum of $600 this week alone.
Oh. Yeah. The one week where I absolutely need help and Greg is in South Carolina for work. Bah. And now his mom is in the hospital with heart problems.
I keep reminding myself that it could get feasibly get worse. At least my country is not in a massive civil war and my way of life is not completely torn apart. I would like to thank the kind influence of Scarlett O'Hara for showing me that my life could suck a whole lot worse now.
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