Liza Jane? More like Calamity Jane

It's official y'all: this finals period has sucked even more than those previous. And not even really because of the exams, because I haven't even taken any yet. Remember how I said my car was having problems? Well, it was having $475 problems, apparently. Can you say ouch? And not only that, but the first time that I drove out to pick it up, it turns out it had died right before closing the night before, so my journey into Uptown was for naught.

So the day after I take my car in to have it looked at, I'm on the phone, probably whining about my car, and I walk into the living room, turning on the light as I come in. Well, said light doesn't turn on, so I pull the little clicky-cord again, and as I'm standing there looking at the wall switch to see if it's on, the entire ceiling fan apparatus comes falling out of my 14-foot ceiling directly onto yours truly. I didn't have my camera at the time, or I'd have taken a picture of the wooden and glass pile o' destruction, because it was impressive. So impressive in fact that I'm surprised I wasn't knocked out. Instead, I just sorta sat down, stunned, and told my friend I'd have to call her back. Who does that happen to? Whose ceiling fan just randomly falls out of the ceiling while they're standing under it? It's just...wrong.

And then yesterday, calamity number 3 befalls me and I come down with a 24-hour stomach flu. Because I love to spend my days curled up on the bathroom floor instead of studying for the finals that are set to begin tomorrow.

Moral of the story: I've had a crappy week. Maybe it's the universe's way of getting it all out of its system so that my finals are comparatively better? Let's hope so. In fact, I think I'll knock on wood right now.