It is a Hard Day's Night

...but when I get home to you (Ladybug Car), I find the things that you do, DO NOT MAKE ME FEEL ALL RIGHT!!!!

This was a...challenging day (I am practicing not using profanity, as to not corrupt Parrot Baby one day).
Dinner at the Rents' with Honey Chile, the Twins and rest of family, has been rescheduled from Friday night to Thursday because of upcoming SNOWFLAKES! Pile of shit ('scuseme, stuff) to do at work makes it not the ideal day to leave early, but the emotional overload from being on the Edge of the Unknown does make an early getaway attractive. Therefore, I rush rush rush to make the 5:45pm train and it is HORRID. It's crowded like a a cowtruck heading to slaughterhouse, with mood on-board similar and the smell as bad, though of different variety (old umbrellas and stressed white people). I find a seat between two fatties and soon wish I were standing. This is the view:

The woman next to me is squashing me with thighs that she cannot keep together on account of their bulk, and she busies herself with frantic blackberry pounding between fits of DISGUSTING PRODUCTIVE COUGH!!! It is then that I realize the in my haste I have forgotten the headphones at work and now will have listen to that all the way home. The headphones are my anchor to sanity in these situations. I think that I can actually feel my DNA fraying with age and disease from the commute!
I eventually get home, feed the cats, and rush out to leave and discover that the Ladybug is dead to the world!
I do not even get a dim headlight :( I call mom to inform her of the situation and she is very sad for me, but still cannot help herself from mentioning how a husband would be a godsend in such a situation! Mom lives in a rosy delusional world, where she thinks every husband is like her husband. Not so, I'm afraid...every man I ever let in my life made things worse for me in the long run, and I was the one always assembling furniture and fixing shit (sorry stuff) and the other men in the 'hood who tried to help me with the car in the past and FAILED are in fact other women's husbands. Anyway. Feeling really dejected and already emotionally frail, I am really really close to crying but remember dad's advise that life will always throw you something REAL to cry about and make you feel stupid for crying about stupid crap. So I bravely head out to the deli to buy cat food and while there I decide that since everything sucks, I should be like other girls around the world and do the ice cream thing, so I buy a small tub. Oh God: who have i become? I think as I am paying for cat food and ice cream on a Thursday night...LOSER!!!! Entering the house from the front, I discover a package from Amazon and spirits are lifted considerably. At home, I get into pajamas, and settle into bed with book, ice cream and cats. HA! So this is how the other half lives! Cannot get over the deliciousness of ice cream, not having had any in years! I pass out into sweet sugar coma, only to wake at 4am and pass the rest of the night sick from ice cream!
Good. At least won't get fat from it, lol!