Sick and tire-d

Apparently I'm destined to get a flat tire on the way home from the airport for the rest of my life. It happened to me again last night! Yesterday was worse, though, because this time I had just flown in from Houston (instead of Northern California) so I was much more eager to get home. It was also midnight. And my cell phone died. And then the McDonald's didn't have a pay phone. And then I had to drive to the next shopping center. And the Sav On doesn't give change for a dollar because they have the automatic chain dispensers. And then I didn't have my AAA card. And I'd been up for 21 hours. And, and, and...I was almost in tears, but I managed to hold them back. The flat was caused by the biggest pothole, which I'm assuming was caused by the massive amount of rain we've been having. I drove past it at lunch today and they were patching it up. If only they'd done it a day sooner, damnit.

While I was in Houston, there was a tornado warning. The rain was falling horizontally because of the wind. I had a Nigerian cab driver with the thickest accent and the funniest stories.

Lastly, I have a very bad stomach ache. Bleh. I don't think I have food poisoning. I had a hard-boiled egg this morning, but Brent did, too, and he feels fine. I also had a little bit of coffee, a muffin, and some chips. That's it. I wasn't hungry at lunch. I'm hungry now, but I don't think I should eat. Bleh.

"You probably don't think that I can force this towel down your throat. But trust me, I can. All the way. Except I'd hold onto this one little bit at the end. When your stomach starts to digest it, I pull it out. Taking your stomach lining with it. For most people it would take about a week to die. It's very painful." - Jack Bauer, 24