Sarah

I didn't eat breakfast cuz I had to get a blood test that involved fasting. I love breakfast, so that sucked. I thought I could make it before class to the lab, but I could not. So I went to class. After class I walked to the lab, and it was closed for over an hour for lunch or something. Ya, lunch would be nice, jerks! So I went to do some reading. When I went back to the lab, they had lost my requisition (form that indicates the tests the doctor wants.) They think it got sent away with my other tests. You idiots. You didn't notice that you were missing 6 TUBES of blood in my package? Anyway, I chat with the nurse as she's taking my blood, as always, (she's amazing at taking blood, she always finds my vein the FIRST time, unlike some idiots, and she does her best to keep my mind off it,) and suddenly she decides I need to lie down. I felt fine, but when I got my cheek pierced Rachel noticed that I was fainting before I did, so I took the nurse's word for it. So it was sort of time consuming. Then I finally got to eat my sandwich. Yay!

Okay so I go to my afternoon classes, and then walk to the car to head home. I get in the car and call Chris to ask him to start dinner. Suddenly the car starts pulling to the right really badly, and it's not a safe place to pull over, so I go slowly and steadily toward the closest university entrance I can think of. The tire is flat. So I pull out the air compressor and start to fill the tire because the seal is retarded and it's always been bad. (But not THIS bad. We just filled the tire on the weekend, it should have been fine.) Once it looks full, I pull off the air compressor and I hear HISSING from the tire. It's losing air as I stand there. So I had to call roadside assistance because I have never changed a tire and it was dark and raining. I wait for 30 minutes or so, not too bad, and the guy asks if I have the key to the tire... The what? So I call Chris, and he says it's in the apartment. WHAT?!?!? So the man can't change the tire. So I had fill the tire as best I could and drive really slow home to Fergus. Got home way late. And Chris is all pissed off about the paper shredder breaking or something.