Last night, I fell asleep on the green couch in the dining room. When I woke up cold at four, it seemed more manageable to walk down to the car to find my coat than to climb four flights of stairs to my bed, so I stumbled out to the car, got my coat out of the trunk, and decided to go for a drive. So I drove through Chicopee and back, stopped at the twenty-four hour Dunkin Donuts for a Vanilla Chai on the way back, parked and returned to Mead, only to realize that my OneCard was in between the couch cushions.
I had to wait for an early morning swimmer to walk by and let me in. I fell back to sleep on the couch around 6:30, only to be woken up by Holly and some Cracklin’ Oat Bran at 8. I had zipper prints in my forehead and barely enough energy to brush my teeth, let alone change clothes.
I have writer’s block, FreeIpods.com hasn’t confirmed either of my referees, my African Violet is on a blooming strike, all the puffy paint is peeling off my M&C’s mug, I forgot to go to M&C’s, I have three papers due on Thursday and I’ve been wearing the same outfit for thirty-six hours.
But today I got a text message from Lily, my absentee ballot came in the mail, I talked to my brother, took a nap in the setting sun, I ordered the parts for my in-dash stereo, my geology professor brought her husky puppy to class and I got to hold a really old rusty meteorite. So, at some point, it’s all going to balance out.
Quote of the day: “Me, I’m drinking too much coffee” – Melissa Etheridge
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