Anger

Illegitimi Non Carborundum

That was the advice from my office mate after I told him how my car was broken into so some bastards could rip up my dashboard and steal my airbags. I'd never heard the phrase before. It means "Don't let the bastards grind you down".

Has been a hellish few days. I had to miss the IA Retreat because I came down with a sinus infection on Thursday that finally eased up by Monday with the help of my pal, Levaquin. It was the kind of infection that makes you want to die. Then my work laptop fan dies this morning and I get to my car to find a smashed rear window. A resident of the block tells me the car was broken 2 days ago. It's been raining hard for 3 days.

That freakin car has been broken into twice already and it's not even a year old. I have only 4,000 miles on the stupid thing because I only need to take it to NJ to work a few days a week. I hate cars! I seriously started taking backroads from Jersey City to my office in New Providence to see if there was a route I could bike all the way from Brooklyn because I hate having a car. Turns out that's not too safe an option, so now I've started researching parking in my area. Parking runs around $315/month most places. That's more than my car payments.

Don't you love how all of sudden your luck can turn on you? It's been an incredibly dreadful few days. I'm not blogging around here for a while. Sorry for all the bitching. I know things could be worse. I could be in New Orleans or Pakistan right now. I'm just feeling down.