Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

it started yesterday.

Today I want to visit another studio. On the way I get into another car crash. I'm totally selling it. It's over. I park it behind a truck, outside of the building. Look at the office/studio spaces, they are OK. I come out and my car is gone. Yes, gone. When I ask the guys sitting at the corner, and in my half hour of absence, they tell me that my car was towed.

I'll let that sink in.

I call 311. wait. transfer. wait. nope... try this number. wait. transfer. nope, try THIS number, rude lady, hung up on. Go back to the scene, nothin'. Ask officer, walk, walk, walk, police give me two more numbers. call. wait. transfer. nope. call. wait. nope.

I'll try again soon. My car is lost in yellow tape.

I like to think that there are good sides to all of this bad, too. With all of the walking I got some good sun and exercise. I also tried another place for my office - and it is amazing, bigger - cheaper - and closer to the subway... but I think someone else will grab it first. But I am now fairly secure with the idea that I am leaving my old place - though it had some cool back drops - it isn't good enough.

Hopefully this will only be a 24 hour curse, which means in an hour or two, after I pay and retrieve my car, it will be over. I hope, because I am going to see a play tonight, and if it was as bad as the band I saw last night there will be blood spilt, and I can't say who the owner of said blood will be...