March 20, 2006

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

So anyway, I couldn't make it to the bank downtown before it closed on Saturday. So, even though I had money in PayPal, money from my aunt at my sister's house and some unemployment benefits checks that finally arrived on Friday, I had no cash and no real food in the house. I lived on spaghetti and bananas on Saturday and Sunday afternoon while I defrosted some chicken breasts that have been in my freezer since last spring.

Once they were thawed enough to allow me to remove that plasticy/papery thingamagig they put in the package to absorb moisture (I presume), I put them in the oven. I ate one at about 10 o'clock last night and put the other two in the fridge. By midnight I wasn't feeling so hot so I went to bed.

I woke up at 6:30 and hurled. Then I went back to bed.

My sister was coming over this morning so we could visit the bank, go to City Hall so I could pay some back property taxes, get car insurance and go to the DMV to register my car. She phoned at about 9:30 but I was in no condition to get up and answer the phone.

I hit the shower at about 11:30 and, while brushing my teeth, hurled some more. If we had unlimited hot water I'd have just lied down in the tub and napped for a while.

I phone my sister a little while after that and she came by. We hit the bank and City Hall, but I desperately needed something to eat before we did anything else, so we stopped at a diner. I had scrambled eggs, toast, home fries, coffee and some bacon that I chipped a tooth on. She had chicken and rice soup and a chocolate milk.

After attempting to start up insurance I found out that I needed to actually own the car first. So we went to the DMV. It's closed on Mondays. So much for getting on the road today. My sister dropped me off at the supermarket. I got some groceries and took the bus home.

So, tomorrow morning I'm taking the bus downtown and catching the connection to the bus that goes to the DMV where I'll pick up the neccessary paperwork to transfer ownership of the car. Then I'll take two more buses out to where my cousin works and have him sign on the dotted line. Then I'll take two buses back to the insurance place and start the policy. Then I'll walk to the DMV and register the damn thing and get my plates. Then I'll take two buses home and put the plates on the car. Then I'll fire it up and maybe go for a spin.

Wednesday I'll actually be able to apply for jobs that aren't on a bus line. Yay! All of my applications so far were done online and I haven't received a single callback in two weeks. Booooo!

It's almost 6 o'clock and I'm only just now beginning to feel normal again. Needless to say, I wont be eating the rest of the chicken. I wish I could take a nap, but I've never been able to. Once I'm up in the morning, I'm up until I go to bed at night. Oh, well. Time to start dinner. Pork chops, carrots and a baked potato.

Maybe I'll make some gingerbread later.



Posted by Tuning Spork at March 20, 2006 05:52 PM | TrackBack

Why did the chicken cross the road?

So Spork wouldn't take his new car and run over it to exact his painful revenge.

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at March 20, 2006 06:44 PM

Hope you are feeling better soon and I wish you the best of luck on your many travels!

Posted by: RP at March 21, 2006 10:08 AM
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