If I ever begin to doubt my gut feelings, could you all please just slap me upside my head and tell me to remember this story.

So I borrowed a library book from a friend and she’s really been hounding on me to get it returned, but I just honestly haven’t had the time. Since it’s my weekend off, and she’s really been pestering me, I figured tonite is as good as any nite. I had been a bum all day, and just had this gut instinct that I didn’t want to go out. My sister asked if she could come and then we could go tanning. I thought ‘perfect. an excuse to actually do something.’ Then mo decides she doesn’t want to go. I don’t really want to either, but I figure that I just need to get this done. That is when the signs start happening.
First I can’t find my shoes.
Then I trip down the stairs as I’m leaving my house.
I notice I have like no gas.
But do I stop? Nope. I keep on going.
I pass RB and get a wacky feeling.
I pass the site where Joel and I broke up and my stomach tightens.
I get a major craving for Piasans pizza.
But do I think that my intution is trying to tell me something? Nope.
I pull up in front of the library, and the sign says closed. I think ‘shit’. I decide to hold onto the book rather than put it in the deposit box, since I’ve got to pay the fines on it anyway.
I get back into my car and start driving. I am halfway making a right hand turn on the next street when I notice the ‘do not enter’ sign. Because Brookfield has some funky streets, my head and hands just automatically go ‘hey just pull a U-ie’. When I finish the U-turn, I give a ‘thanks for letting me go’ to the car sitting behind me when I notice. It’s an undercover cop car. Shit shit shit. I know there is absolutely no way I am getting out of this. I had a whole shpeil in my head planned out for the first time I got pulled over, but I knew not a lick of it would work. Plus I look like I had been lying in bed all day, mainly because I had. I get a ticket for ‘failing to yeild at an intersection.’  Sonofabitch. My great pride in never even being pulled over suddenly goes out the window. I am just like all the other shitty drivers now. 
So I pull away from the incident so I can go tanning in an attempt to get my mind off the recent event. I pull into the tanning place’s parking lot and I notice. This place is also closed. That’s correct folks. Brittany left her house and got a ticket to go to two places that were both closed. I basically went for a joy ride, wasted some gas and got pulled over. Ahh what a good day.

Moral of the story: Reading is for suckers who want traffic tickets.