Could anything else go wrong with my car?

My car got towed last night. From a spot in which I had every right to be parked.

After my car was broken into earlier this week, I gave my outdoor parking pass to my roommate, who was letting me use his underground space. (Leaving my car outside without a window didn't seem like a good plan).

When I got my car back from the shop yesterday, I parked it in the lot without thinking about the fact that I hadn't gotten my pass back. This morning my car was gone.

I've never been towed before, and let me tell you; the impound lot is not a happy place. You walk into this tiny, dirty room with nothing in it but an ATM (they don't take cash) and talk to a man who doesn't look like he particularly wants to be there through bulletproof glass.

My roommate, who had given me a lift to the impound lot, attempted to sweet talk them (as well as my property management company) into doing something to help me out, but no dice; I'm out $305. Cash.

So for those of you keeping score, over the past month or so I have:

• Gotten into an accident with someone who may have been mentally unstable
• Had my car broken into, my window smashed, and my GPS stolen
• Had my car towed

That's fairly impressive considering I probably drive my car an average of maybe two miles per day.

But you know what? I'm not even that upset.

And you know why? Because as I type this, I am sitting in my living room in a LION SUIT (Except the head. It's hard to see the computer screen with the head on). This party is going to be great.