Midnight Last Night
I set the alarm for 7:15. I double check the alarm to make sure it is set correctly. Upon turning off the lights, have a sneaking suspicion that I wasn't paying attention when I double checked, but everything's probably OK.
Hear my roommate leaving the apartment, open my eyes and squint at the clock. S#$(&SDF!!!! I had incorrectly set my alarm for 7:15PM.
Class started at 8:30AM.
Dialogue in my head: If I don't show up, I can't cook on Monday since I missed the demonstration. But I can only be ten minutes late, and I'm not sure if I'll beat the clock. Should I try? Should I give up?
Decide that I have nothing to lose by trying. Throw on some clothes, twist hair into ponytail without combing it. Grab my purse and run like mad down the street. Parisians stare at me, I run over little old ladies, I manage to avoid stepping in dog poo. Halfway there, I have to stop running because I'm out of breath. Shoot, signal light just turned red! Are the gods against me?
Arrive at school and run into the student office. Squeak out my name and they are nice enough to let me go to class. Stumble down the stairs and change as fast as possible. Screw the necktie and the nametag.
Enter classroom and finally start breathing again. Whoops, forgot my camera but it's in my locker and I can get it after class to take pictures. Discreetly rub eyes to get rid of morning "crusties" since I hadn't washed my face. Discover I really need to pee but now is not a good time, the chef is starting the recipe that we're making on Monday. Have not missed anything important, thank goodness. Surprisingly, today's food is excellent and I would make everything again on my own. Try not to talk too closely to anyone after class since I hadn't brushed my teeth.
After class, I run some errands and arrive home around 1:00 to start making some lunch, my first meal of the day. I was excited to score some real cheddar cheese and Mexican spices from La Grande Epicerie, so I set about making some nachos with spicy ground beef, something I've been craving for 2 months. Things are looking up.
Everything goes well until I spill an entire glass of Lorina's Limonade soda. Splish splash and it's all over the table, the floor, and the chair. Oh, and on my jeans too. S#$(&SDF!!!!
I just stare at the mess in despair. And I still hadn't eaten yet.
All I can say is, what a day.
Now I'm going to take a nap. Bad days are exhausting.
Update at 10PM: I forgot that bad things happen in threes. I just spilled a glass of red wine on the floor.