Bloody Hell.

So, I had a stupid day. Not really the stupidest day ever, or anything, but nonetheless, stupid. Argh. Been composing this in my head for the past two hours, so maybe it won't take all night this time.

Bil had a show tonight, so I decided it was a great time for me to go to a particular store in the local mall (the Cambridgeside Galleria, if you must know) and pick up a particular present that I have been ruminating about for some time. It's a good one, and I'm pretty excited about it. I hope that the recipient (who shall remain anonymous for safety's sake) will be as excited about it as I am. So. I get directions from one of the flatmates to get to the Galleria, and then double check on the internet so that I can look at a map, thereby guaranteeing that I won't get lost. Right.

I hop in the car, pleased with myself, pop in a CD, bop along and follow the directions that I wrote down. Down Somerville Ave. Check. Left at Union Square. Check. Stay straight and avoid McGrath Hwy. Wait. What? McGrath Hwy is straight ahead. How the hell can I avoid it? Ok. Calm. Look on nifty cell phone Mapquest feature. It says, "Go straight on Somerville Ave, Merge left up the ramp to stay on McGrath Hwy. Turn right on Edwin H Land Dr." Sounds easy enough. I go straight through the intersection, go over a bridge, already in the left lane and ready to look for the ramp, but I don't see it. I turn around, try again, and nothing. I keep driving, thinking maybe I'll see it.

And I end up in Boston. At Fenway Park. Mind you, it's raining. Shit.

I figure out where I am, get my bearings, find Mass Ave, get back into Cambridge, and get new directions from Mass Ave. I hop on the MA-3/Memorial Dr. Head away from the Trader Joe's that I know and love, and see a bunch of signs: Left into Kendall Sq. Slight left to Downtown Boston. And a third sign that had three lines of text on it: "Expressways, Charlestown..." and something else that I miss. Well, I don't want to go to Charlestown, so what ever. But how to I stay on this side of the river and not end up downtown?

I somehow cross a bridge and end up at the Mass General Hospital. Ok. I'll turn around. Legally. I go back. Get more directions. Down Memorial, Slight left on H Land Dr. Got it. But where the hell is Hand Dr? And who is this Edwin Hand fellow, anywho? I cross back over to Cambridge. And try again. This time I go left at the sign for Kendall square. I can feel that I'm close. Except I think I need to go left, and I can only make a right. Ok, I'll turn around. I cross a bridge. And I'm back at the Mass Hospital. Again. Fuck.

I turn around. Again. Legally. Again. I go back over the bridge, get Back onto Memorial, and turn around. I take the second left this time at the three mystical magical evil signs: "Downtown Boston, Gov't Center." Maybe there's another left along this stretch of road that I haven't yet seen. I see a sign that says "Mass. Gen. Hospital." Been there, done that, don't care to repeat it. Ok. I'll go the other way in the fork. And I end up on Storrow Drive (Memorial's Boston counterpart). How the fuck did that happen? I miss the turn to go back into Cambridge the way with which I'm familiar, so I keep driving and hope for the best. Eventually I get myself back to Central Square. Good.

I could just go home and take the T. I bet if I went now, I could still make it to the unnamed store before closing time. Hmmm.... No, damnit. I will find my way there, come hell or high water. (Probably I shouldn't be so stubborn, especially when driving in the rain, nonetheless...) It's been and hour and a half now that I've been driving. The CD is over, and I'm listening to whatever radio station that Bil left it on. My coke has gone flat, and I have tossed my scarf helter skelter somewhere in the backseat. I am a woman enraged. A good time to be driving in Massachusetts. Truly.

I get back onto Memorial. I decide to take follow that third sign, the one I didn't properly read the first few times. I look at it as I pass by: "Expressways, Charlestown, Land Dr." What?! I've been thinking it was Hand Dr. the whole damn time. Land?! ARGH!

I follow the signs. Land Dr. Cambridgeside Place. And there's the mall. Tears of Joy spring to my eyes at the sight of grotesque consumerism. And then I look at the clock and realize that it's 10:01pm and the mall has just closed.

Tears of Joy are replaced by liquid hot tears of Lava (similar and only slightly related). I see a sign for MA-28, and decide to take that way home, to see where I got screwed up in the first place. A block later, I'm there. Bloody hell.

I come home, and nobody's here, so I decide it's time for a nice, hot, relaxing bath. I draw the water, grab a book, add bubblebath, and get my new foot scrubber to rid my feet of unwanted callouses. The water's on the hottest setting, so this should be wonderful. I hop in and sit down before it registers that the water is only lukewarm. Ok. I'll make do. I read a chapter in the book while my feet and the hair on my legs soften, and then shave my legs. Halfway through the right leg, I cut myself. Damnit -- how old am I? Wait. Don't answer that. And the fucking thing still hasn't stopped bleeding entirely.

I give up. I'm just not cut out for this shit.

Going to go wallow with some popcorn and hot chocolate.

That is all.