an unfortunate series of events
The past few days have been so stressful. My car battery keeps dying and my mechanic bro A3 is baffled, especially as this has been a recurring--though rarely--thing that happens and we try something new each time to fix it and somehow never do. Work on Wedsnesday was a little stressful. I had some things I had to get done and then I kept getting interrupted. (I think my favorite part of that work day was when this woman, who had to come to pray in the Chapel, came out of the Chapel singing at the top of her lungs. It was special.) Then I broke a glass the other night and while cleaning it up got some broken glass in my hand. I didn't realize when I pulled the glass out that a piece or two broke off and stayed in my finger. I got another piece out yesterday morning, but have been unable to get the other piece out. So piece no.2, who I've decided to call William, is camping out in my finger like hippies at Woodstock. And as I have no insurance I have been trying to "deal wi...