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Today has been one of those days. I started off on the wrong foot and from then on, it was little thing after little thing, until right now, I am cranky and irritable and feel like biting someone.

Luckily, I am alone.

The wrong first step was that when I was woken up by my alarm at 9:10 this morning, I immediately started freaking out about how little time I had before my bus.

Nothing good ever comes of me freaking out about something.

So from that point on, I was trying my best to get everything done (including watching some Netflix) in a state of panic, and feeling like I was juggling live hand grenades.

I did manages to eat, but it clearly wasn’t nearly enough, because I was already feeling the effects of low blood sugar a half hour into class.

But first I had to get to the bus. First, I hit the lobby and take a look outside and curse because it’s raining. And raining in a very serious, cinematic way that suggested it did not plan on stopping any time soon and I might as well get used to it.

And then, on the way to the bus stop, I trip and fall onto the cold hard pavement again, this time because my shoelace had come undone and that made the shoe way too loose.

So I fall flat on my face crossing Cook. Luckily, I was not far from the curb, so I at least didn’t end up getting run over. And the fact that I was already adrenalized really helped because I had the energy and will on hand to just get up, get my ass across the street, and catch my fucking bus.

While being rained on. And with no hat to protect me, because I somehow managed to lose mine. All while struggling to close my fucking bag with its lousy zipper.

So, not in a happy mood. And, like I said above, pretty soon I had low blood sugar in order to really stoke the fires or irritation. I knew this was Bad. So when we got a break, I went to the vending machines just outside the classroom and bought me a Rice Crispy Square.

Aaaaand it got stuck on the ring and didn’t fall. Because of course it did. And the weird thing is, I knew it would happen. I took a look at the Squares in the machine and the ring mine was on, and had a flash intuition that it would not get the job done.

So I had to buy another to get my first one to fall. Hey, buy 2, get one! It’s the opposite of a sale. Normally, I would never do that, but I knew I needed that thing in order to remain conscious in class, and to not, ya know, die.

And that kept me going till the end of class, and I thought I was doing okay, but when I stood up, the room wobbled a tad and I knew I needed something else.

But I had things to do! This was my chance to buy that final textbook that has eluded me thus far! So when I went to the bookstore, I bought a few little two-packs of cookies. And something far more important.

I got a three hole punch!

I had almost given up when I found it. There it was, the office supply of my dreams! Cost me eighteen bucks, which is about what I thought. Now I can three hole punch the handouts I am given and insert them into the binder with the rest of that day’s notes.

You have no idea how happy that makes me.

So the cookies evened me out enough to do the other thing I had planned, which was to get a half dozen muffins from Tim’s. That was harder than it sounds because Timmie’s appears to have designed their muffin selection to exclude me, especially since they dropped the Pumpkin Spice Muffin.

Everything is something I like with something I don’t like in it to ruin it. Hey look, it’s banana…. pecan. It’s white chocolate…. cranberry. It’s birthday cake… with tarantulas.

One of those is not real.

And they only had three of the whole wheat carrot ones I like. The girl at the counter said “I would love to, but you only have three!”. Eventually, I settled for three whole wheat carrot, and three chocolate chip.

Why buy three muffins I didn’t particularly want? Because I didn’t want to disappoint the girl behind the counter. I really am a sap sometimes.

I mean, chocolate chip muffins are not even real muffins, in my books. They’re cupcakes putting on airs. Oh well, they still taste good.

So I guess I will end up alternating between healthier muffin and faux muffin. Worse things happen at sea, I guess. First world problems.

Oh, then, on the bus ride home, the bus driver totally missed my stop. The following is what went down when this happened. I swear this is exactly what was said.

Me : Hey, you missed Eckersley (my stop)!
Bus Driver (BD) : Oh, is that where you wanted to stop?
Me : Uh, yeah, I pulled the stop.
BD : Then why didn’t you stand up?
Me : Because you didn’t stop!
BD : Most people, they come up front when they… (trails off mumbling)
(He pulls over about a block from my stop. I get up to get out. As I pass him I say : )
Me : You know, MOST of the time….
BD : Goodbye, sir.
Me : And scene!

Look, pal, you are obviously sleepy and distracted. Just admit that you missed my stop and apologize for it. Then I will say it’s okay, and everything will end in harmony.

Don’t try to front like I did something wrong. You fucked up, not me. Pulling the stop has been sufficient the thousands of of times I have used the bus before.

Now wake the fuck up, pay attention to your job, and don’t think that just because you get all chummy with your regular customers that this means you can slack off.

He’s just lucky I am too lazy/sensitive to file a complaint.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.