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I haven't updated in a day or so. Mainly, I've just been busy with work, and I think Friday I had gone grocery shopping with Mom before I went to work. But...OH! Friday night! Friday was supposed to be the rehearsal night, but because I am a spaz and I locked my keys in my car in the Schererville WalMart parking lot, I was late and I just didn't end up going. Well, then again, you have to figure I was still doped up on cold medicine and a little spacey (I've been kinda spacey these last few days). This is not the first time this has happened, so you'd think I'd be used to it by now, but what pissed me off was the whole runaround. I looked through the whole phonebook to try to call a locksmith to help me on a lockout, and not one was open that late or willing to come out and help me. I had to ask the police officer on duty at WalMart if he could help me out, and he said that the police can't help lockout situations anymore because of insurance liability issues. (That whomps, man.) One of the head cashiers at WalMart had a little notebook full of emergency phone numbers in case of instances like that, so she gave the police officer a number to call for an emergency lockout. That guy couldn't be reached. So...since it was an extreme circumstance...the police officer called one of the other officers from the Schererville Police Department to come out and help me get into my car. (They said since it was a '91 Ford Explorer, it wouldn't be that hard to unlock it.) And they did it for free, too.

That's nothing, though. I think I was the witness of a divine intervention or something yesterday, I kid you not. I was at work, and I was straightening up by the Coca-Cola cooler, and something kind of fell near my foot. I look down, and it looks like a wadded-up bill of some sort. So I pick it up and undo it, and it's a five dollar bill. I'm thinking, "These pants are clean. They couldn't have fallen out of my pockets." But I have no idea where else it fell from. No one else was around. And I can't imagine it was stuck in the Coca-Cola cooler. (That's Dad's theory--I'm not buying it.) I honestly think it was a sign from God or something, like, "Here's five bucks. Fuel up your gas tank for Rocky Horror tonight." I have no clue.

Update on illness: I can swallow normally now, and my throat feels much better. (NO SICK JOKES, PLEASE!) Although now I have a cough, I'm all congested in my head, and it can be all summed up in two words: mucus city. I'd rather take this over my throat problems. (I was really freaking out over the possibility of it being strep throat.)