The club can't even handle me right now

Hello there. First off, I'd like to apologize for the lack of posts yesterday. I was quite busy, and when I got home, I was really tired (got very little sleep the night before), and I developed a headache.The same thing happened this night. I couldn't fall asleep despite my exhaustion. That stinks.

Anyway, today started off with me gathering a bunch things from my dads house, and heading in to the city with him. Unfortunately, as soon as we crossed the Henry Hudson Bridge, we hit traffic. Literally at a standstill. Eventually, we were able to exit at Dyckman (DYCKMAN!!!!), and we found out the reason for the delay was a downed tree by the GW Bridge. Since my dad was running late for his meetings, he handed off the car to me, and went for the train. I continued the drive down Broadway, to my mom's house, where I dropped off my stuff. Since my mom just so happened to me heading out, and the rain was starting to come down, I gave her a ride to MoMa. Man, that rain was torrential, and visibility was turrible!

Next stop, doctor's office on the east side. I managed to snag a parking space a couple blocks away, and ran to the office. Now for the shot. For those out of the loop, I needed to get vaccinated for college. (Background here). I wasn't thrilled at all about getting the shot. I was afraid that my arm would go numb or whatever, and it would hurt killer.

Anyway, the nurse comes along, and unpacks the nicely packed vaccine that took me so damn long to find, and preps for the shot. I smiled as I watched her flick the needle in order to get rid of the air bubble. Anyway, I was prepared for extreme pain (mostly because of Louise informing me that the shot hurt like hell), the nurse cleaned my skin, and I looked away. Then she cleaned my skin again. She had already injected it. I was actually really confused, as I hadn't felt anything at all, so I asked her if I was done. Yup. I was. 

Of course, then she added that she never had this shot, so she didn't know how much it would hurt, and of course there could be side affects, blah blah. And when she said that, I felt a tad woozy. But then I decided that the wooziness was only in my head, so I manned up, and walked out. 

I kept bottle the vial was stored in, because I figured it would fit in well with my collection. 

My collection. There are actually a log of bottles there...

Anyway, random thing: I love being really loud when the trains are passing by, because no one can hear you. When I was in the car, I was listening to the song "The club can't handle me" and it was (and still is stuck in my head). So as the trains passed, I was standing on the platform on 72nd, yelling "THE CLUB CAN'T EVEN HANDLE ME RIGHT NOW" :D

Now that's Jammin!