damned_out_loud

So, last night I go to leave the girlfriend's place. It was pretty late, she'd gone to bed, I was feasting on the glow of Morrowind on the X-box (I keep my system there so I don't play too much here at home and neglect her). But like I said, it was getting late, so I snagged some dinners from the freezer and went to leave. There was frost on all my windows, so I started up the car to warm it up while I scraped the frost and ice off.
And I locked myself out of my running car.
With very little gas in the tank.
Genuis.

I'd parked behind her car, but figured I could still manage to wriggle her car out to drive back to my place for the extra key, and drive back.
It wouldn't wriggle, baby. It just wouldn't. I had to get out repeatedly to check the distance against my car, the garage door, and the fence on the side. No go.
Ugh.

So, I went inside and called a cab.
And the cabbie that showed up... oh god. She was this keg of an old woman, pressed right up against the steering wheel, who drove worse than my sister when she first got her license. Down the middle of the road, taking huge corners, it was unreal. And she talked the ENTIRE time, but didn't look at me once. She spoke in a very quiet way that made me think that she might just be talking to herself. She kept trying to offer me snacks and calendars, and was telling me about her fares from earlier in the evening. She told me about how she'd told all of her customers that the places they'd wanted to go had burned down earlier in the evening.

"Take me to the credit union building."
"Oh, that burned down earlier tonight."

"Take me to the Sherwood Motel."
"Oh, that burned down earlier tonight."

And she found this repetitively hilarious, while I just found it repetitive. She offered me calendars again.
So this hag drove me home, where I scared the shit out of a housemate smoking outside as I ran up to the door, and she drove me to a bank machine because I didn't have much cash on me, and she drove me back, and I basically ended up paying a $20 stupidity tax for my evening. But the car was still running and the microwave dinners I'd left in the car were salvagable, so it didn't bug me too much. In fact, I went on another adventure after that, when I saw some production trucks going down the street, and I followed them to the big theatre in town.
Not bad, eh?

I've spent tonight bored out of my skull with the girlfriend at her place, sick and resting up. I've played video games and downloaded porn and attempted to chat and watched The Fellowship of the Ring appendices, and now I think I'll watch the actual movie and try to get some sleep.

...eventually.

(Also: the idea of a Quinne + Poison set interests me greatly. I hope that's what Poison was alluding to in her journal...)