How to have a bad day in three easy steps

1. Discover the wonder wagon has been broken into. The lock has been mangled with a crowbar or large screwdriver, just to steal the pennies out of the ashtray. Snarl.
2. Drive over to dental specialist for diagnosis of mystery tooth ache. "You need a root canal. I can do it for you right now. Got $750?" My tooth and my wallet have both been nicely cleaned out now.
3. Still no gas because of a we-sent-an-application/we-didn't-get-it/please-send-a-new-one/they-sent-the-wrong-one SNAFU with BC Gas

I have a lovely headache from the root canal. I'm not quite sure what I am going to do about the wonder wagon right now. I'm tempted to just give it to my sister and buy something after New York. BC Gas just needs an earful.

On the plus side, my most annoying client has decided to bail. I just hope I don't have to take him to court to get what he owes me out of him. He claims, "The cheque is in the mail." As soon as I have it he can fuck off. That's one load off. I'm not going to stay involved with a mediocre project when I don't need the money, and certainly don't need the grief.