Karma is a Bitch

I knew it was coming. I was waiting for it and worrying about it and then it happened - it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it was pretty bad.

Remember a few weeks ago when I was in the middle of that funk... ok, in the middle of a particularly low point in my ever widening hole of depression, stress and angst... and I just could not manage to finish (or start) a paper on time and so I told this eensy little white lie about my computer crashing so that I could have a few extra days to (start) finish it? Remember how I knew it was risky karmic behavior?


The kitten...


This sweet, innocent looking kitten chewed through the power cord on my laptop. THROUGH THE CORD. I have spent more than a thousand dollars on heath care for her, another hundred or so dollars on cat toys and she chews on my power cord. Of course, I didn't notice until my battery ran low and plugged it in. The battery was still low and then I noticed that the cord was a little... um... warm.
Then my computer clicked off and refused to charge or start or anything.

I had a whole paper in there. A whole paper that has taken me much longer than it should have. A paper that I don't think I did very well and a paper that doesn't make a whole lot of sense... but a whole paper. Due at 9 a.m. to the very teacher I lied to in the first place.

I cried.
I yelled horrible things about the cat (who slept through the whole thing).
I cried again.
The husband laughed at the situation.
I yelled and threw things at him and stormed out.

My intention was to go to work and rewrite the fucking thing. At midnight.
Then it occurred to me that I can not possibly be the only person in the world whose cat/dog/child/bird has chewed through a power cord and that everything you could ever need in the middle of the night comes from Wal Mart.

They had a power cord for about $60 - I would probably have paid twice that at this point, despite the ever-decreasing levels in our checking account. I brought it home and while the husband apologized profusely I plugged it in and viola! It works!! I emailed the paper to my teacher and forgave my husband and now I'm going to have a snack and go to bed.