Depressed.

Why? Why why why? Why have very bad things been consistently assailing me for the last two weeks? ARGH! I don’t think I can even recall all of them, but it has certainly culminated today. No, I shouldn’t say that. One thing I’ve learned is not to say “At least it can’t get any worse.” Here, look at the facts:

1. Got a brand new palm pilot! Sat on it, shattering the glass screen! Why me?
2. Got a free bike tuneup to put my bike back in tip-top shape! Found that a $30 part is broken! I’m headed downhill…
3. Potential relationships? Dead ends at every turn.
4. Tired, so tired… from trying to teach nested for loops to antsy 14 year olds, from having to get up before 7, from continuous exposure to immaturity, from feeling alone in the middle of a crowd, from continuous exposure to very bad things.
5. Bought a cool new truck! 1977 ford, in cherry condition, runs great. Drive it to California, getting about 11 miles to the gallon, and now find that it dies for the first quarter mile you drive it.
6. At least it looks perfect, right? Well, thanks to a university van parked in my usual spot, I had to park right next to a big metal pole. Thanks to the dying, I had to hold the gas, brake, and clutch pedals all at the same time in order to back out, and steer, and so I ran into this pole with the driver’s side door, shearing paint and leaving a dent in the formerly vast expanse of untouched, perfect bodywork.
7. Buy expensive shampoo on recommendation. Leave in Las Vegas…
8. Unpack, looking for phone to plug in… nowhere. Buy phone at store.
9. Play capture the flag. Outnumbered 40 to 25, but do pretty well. Until I fall on the slippery sand trail and gouge a 4″ by 2″ scrape in my leg, in addition to cutting up my knees and hands. Still feel very competitive, and continue to risk life for team. Lose.
10. Discover that during the game, my $150 watch was torn loose. It’s found, but is missing a large linking piece. Look and look through the grass, but hey, that would be asking for good luck, huh?
11. I get a nice single in Grove Mayfield. Spend several days arranging room, moving all my boxes, fridge, microwave, computer, books, chair etc. from my truck to my room. Spend a couple hours moving a foos ball table up a floor, taking a door off the hinges in the process, but get it in my room. Nice. Finally some good fortune, I really really need that single, and it’s set up nicely. THEN.. I’m told because of numbers, I may have to MOVE OUT… Across campus to some tiny room, or to a double. This after the camp director says to all the parents in the initial meeting, “We still have spots next week and in future weeks, in case you want to stay extra weeks, and tell others that may want to come!” This in full knowledge of the room crunch. Can you say “screw the counselors”? I haven’t been moved yet, but he said next week. I tell you, if that happens, it will seriously be the last straw, and I may just lose all hope and drive back to Colorado for the summer…

A large number of these things happened today, including the truck incident and all capture the flag events… I feel like a punching bag right now. Ok, so some good stuff has happened… even some good stuff that’s quite nice. But evey good thing has been warped by some misfortune, and outpaced by very bad things on all fronts.

And now I have to wake up in under 4 hours to go wake up kids and take them to breakfast. And teach a seminar tomorrow that is as of yet without any ideas…

I’m sorry, I just couldn’t muster the will for a funny entry.

Quotes of today:

“Ugh.” “Ow!” “Sigh.” “OWW!” “No. No. No, you can’t. NO!” “#$&@*$# boxes!”

Question of the day: Are you psychic?