Off work after midnight, in bed at two AM.
Up at 6:30. Things to do today: go to the bank; withdraw entire balance to pay rent; exchange cashier's check my father sent me for cash; travel across town to Marietta; pick up van from radiator shop (paying with money my father sent me); be in class by 12:30.
It is raining.
Ex/Roommate/Formerly The Girlfriend drives me to the bank. It's still too early so they're not open. But it's okay if I don't have the rent money, says she, because she doesn't have her half of the rent money and won't until her next paycheck comes in Friday-ish. This means there is a $100 late charge on our rent. (Is she out of money because she's been out partying all night and crashing with friends for four of the past six days? Probably!)
Get on the train. Get off the train. Wait for the bus to Marietta. Bus does not come. Call Cobb County Transit. Bus I'm waiting for isn't running today. Get back on train. Get off train elsewhere.
Bus doesn't come for well over an hour. Check GPS, there's a bank a few blocks away. Put on rain poncho, walk to bank, get soaked anyway, end up looking like a homeless wizard for nothing. Cashier's check -- in a water-resistant messenger bag and covered in a poncho -- is probably too wet to be viable. Wait outside bank, in the rain, for half an hour until they open.
Enter bank. Get asked "How are you?" three times, twice by the same employee. Reply "Wet." each time except the last, at which point I instead reply "Still wet." Check is depositable but not cashable. Withdraw all of my money anyway, to pay the repair charges. Stomp back to bus station.
Squeeze onto crowded bus to Marietta. Try to keep from falling asleep.
Get off bus. Unbutton all the fasteners on useless poncho, put hood on my jacket up, and wrap poncho around my shoulders and bags like a cloak. Immediately get heckled by some jackass waiting for another bus. Resist urge to punch him in his goddamn mouth.
Walk half an hour to radiator shop. Find that Check Engine light is still on, and van is still throwing error messages for, according to mechanic, no goddamn reason. Van might pass inspection to get tags renewed, after I drive it for fifty or sixty miles on the expired tags.
Drive through Atlanta in the rain. Stop at McDonald's for first meal in seventeen hours. Decline offer to "buy a hand" from the drive-thru attendant. Am told she thought I'd be "nice". Resist urge to punch her in her goddamn mouth.
Park in school lot. Vindictive McDonald's drivethru drones didn't give me a straw. Pay $4 -- highway robbery except it's a parking lot -- for a parking pass for the day.
Ahead: Latin Cuisine class, drive home in the rain during rush hour, etc.