The one where falafel gives me a panic attack...

So today was basically the worst day ever. There wasn't one big thing that went wrong but several small ones that just pushed me over the edge. Looking back, it's a bit comical but in the moment, trust me, it was hell.

But let me back up to yesterday to give a bit of context. Yesterday started with me in my cute sundress, basking (aka sweating buckets) in the Carolina sun, and chatting with students on vintage cruiser bikes. Heaven. Yesterday ended with me in Boston having not eaten a solid meal all day, sleeping on a deflated air mattress in my friend's new apartment. Quite a contrast.

Today began with me waking up in a panic on the floor. I had a nightmare that my rental car was towed in the middle of the night and that I didn't even know what color it was or the plate number to retrieve it. Then I showered and dried off with a bed sheet. Not a towel, a bed sheet. Then I headed up to the school I was visiting and after spending $6 on the parking meter, I found out I was on the wrong campus. Found the correct campus and spent another $3 on parking, which only lasted 2 hours. The fair was fine, very slow, but fine. I found out I could get a parking pass from security to move my car to a campus lot instead of refeeding the meter. Parking pass was $10 (total spent on parking today = $19!), only to find out there were no more parking spots left in the lot.

When the fair ended I stayed on campus to get some work done until I was to meet my friend for dinner. I got lunch (cash only) on campus and ordered a falafel wrap. One would expect a falafel wrap to come with some lettuce, tabouli, tomato, yogurt sauce, hummus, something, anything in it. Nope. I got just a piece of falafel in a wrap, that's it. The falafel was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was over it all.

But that's of course not the end of the story. My friend got caught at work and didn't think she could make dinner. At this point now, I would have to fend for myself until about 1am when the friend who I was staying with would get home from work to let me back into her apartment. At that point I quit. I just got into my car and drove back to Falmouth. Literally gave up and came home for the night. I of course hit rush hour traffic, almost got run over by an ambulance, and forgot that my house keys were locked in the office. No way the gods could let me off that easy.

Three hours later, I am now home in my bed, working and watching "Princess Diaries." Much better. Let's pray tomorrow's Boston adventure part II goes better.