You've heard the old saw that when it rains, it pours. Well, when there's trouble in paradise, it's a hurricane. Lest you be led to believe that a day in the life of George is all peaches and cream, I give you the events of the week, in short format. We begin with not working out for a week (which has me cranky enough), move on to romantic strife, continue with my first sick day at work, follow through with losing my cellphone, and finish with the grand finale...wait for it...my car being totalled. Not by me, mind you, but the sleepy courier taking it back to Nashville.
I decided that if I could just make it home tonight and complete this entry, this might not be the end of the world. I've been accused before of always putting a positive spin on things, so in keeping with my reputation I'll say this: tomorrow's another day. And perhaps the rain will stop.
P.S. The title comes from the story No News.
Posted by George at April 24, 2005 12:50 AM:( i can't believe it! totalled?!?? what happened? ok, we need to talk...
but for now, as always, you've got lots o peeps sending good vibes your way.
Posted by: delara at April 24, 2005 02:06 AMen mi alma yo senti lo que estaba pasando porque siempre estoy con tiego. no te puedo llamar y perdona que te escribe pero, i had to tell you that i'm praying for you george.
Posted by: rita at April 24, 2005 11:47 AMWhat!? Car? Phone? Romance!? This is not cool. Dude you're in my prayers (as usual). Call when you find your phone.
Posted by: lacey at April 24, 2005 03:22 PMBleck, man. Call or email if you need a pity party. I'll listen any time.
Posted by: Mandar at April 25, 2005 10:49 AM