My Bipolar Journal – Episode 97
August 14, 2007
So, this is more of a funny story than insight... maybe.
I got into the shower today to get ready to go out and buy the new Mae album and see if I could once and for all find the new Silverchair album (successful mission by the way). I have a window in my bathroom and I leave the window cracked when I shower. My window faces busy Montgomery Rd. I look across the street at the garage and my car is parked there. That is not a normal parking spot for my car. I pay for a spot behind my building, but there's my car across the street. I immediately feel dirtier and can't do anything because I'm wet and naked, so I hurry through my shower, get into my clothes, jump into my crappy plastic shoes and run down the stairs fuming. I nearly run across the street, but decide to check my parking lot first. My car was still sitting there. I kid you not, the same exact car, in the same exact color with the same exact 3 letters at the beginning of the license plate was sitting right across the street. The only difference was the last four digits of the license plate. I ran back and forth a few times to make sure I wasn't completely insane and finally went back upstairs, grabbed a bunch of stickers and plastered them on my car.
The end.
Yeah, it was probably only weird to me, but weird nonetheless.
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