I was rather concerned, but I did end up making it home, so overall, I think I need to thank them some more. It might not be the best of things for the gas to have gotten so low (how did it get that way? I coulda sworn there was enough for me to get to college tomorrow, maybe even back home), but it could have been much, much worse and I'm glad it didn't end up that way.
Oddly enough, no omens accompanying it, unless you count me reading a spam post about Range Rovers as being an acceptable substitute. I did do that, thanks to a comment on Go Get a Roomie. (Rather, a response to the spam comment.) So who knows.
I'm grateful I got lucky though--I normally don't push my luck that much. I have a very good sense of what my cars can and can't do. I just have that natural attunement to them. I know when they need gas. I know what's cutting it too close. I know when I need to do something, so how the heck this sneaked up on me I'm at a loss for. It's not like I don't look; it's not like I look and carelessly assume with reckless abandon that I'm good. I put actual serious thought and effort into calculating whether I'm good or not, and yet somehow this slipped through the cracks.
Ah well. It'll be dealt with.
Also running on empty: my body. I go to bed in an hour so I debated on whether to blog about it or not (my significant other will be nagging at me the moment I hit submit and they go on to read this because they are online waiting for me to post it), but ultimately you never know.
Basically, the eggs I was made today...
...Didn't look so good.
So I didn't have them.
Meaning I had no breakfast. No food at school, either. And I stayed late at school to do extra schoolwork. And then here I am at home. Near bed, not having eaten all day. Oddly enough though, my hunger has been on-again, off-again, not a neverending constant stream: sometimes I'm hungry, other times I'm not hungry. The whole time however I am aware that I probably SHOULD be eating in spite of the inconvenience.
I have considered skipping food for the day, and going without, as I'm really close to having done so anyway. Yet I know I probably shouldn't and I definitely won't get away with it now that I'm talking about it on my blog. So I'll be forced into eating something, something I'll probably even enjoy at that.
Still. I'm currently on the clock here. Get food, get it before bed. Because screw the wrath of the traffic gods--it'd be nothing compared to the wrath of an angry concerned loved one. <3