  I could tell today was going to be a winner from the second I rolled out of bed. I forgot that my mom had partially burned up the toaster oven last night, so breakfast was an "in a hurry style" Mickey D's. This is not before I turned on aforementioned toaster oven and watched smoke roll through the sides.
The Eggo tasted like rubber, so I threw it in the microwave to nuke the ice off of it. Still tasted like rubber, so some small animal is probably picking at it now. Then, it was off for an oil change, which went well. Next on the agenda: head to a job fair. I met Forrest for lunch, which was the high point of my day. I did, however, see my life flash before my eyes in when I drove past a gas station...the prices were: $1.89 regular...$1.99 mid-grade...$2.09 SUPREME. TWO DOLLARS AND NINE CENTS A GALLON? I buy regular, but still! I thought that only happened in really big cities, like Chicago!
This made me feel horrible, since I got a gas guzzler for graduation. Now I'm really trapped. So, I visited the job fair. Afterwards, I paid my buck-fifty for parking, got in my car and drove away with my $1.79 gasoline quickly burning out of my tank. Still, every thought in my head drifted back to TWO DOLLARS AND NINE CENTS A GALLON. Three summers ago it was ONE DOLLAR AND NINE CENTS on the Fourth of July.
I took economics, but the fact that I know the logistics about the prices doesn't make me feel any better. If anyone wants to visit me, I'll chip in a few cents (or nine...make it an even two dollars) for gas. I'll give you directions. I'm not going anywhere for a while, unless I get THE call. 
