a murphy's law kind of day
2006-09-21 | 9:14 p.m.

I had plans for this morning.

I was going to get up really early, take my time to have a good breakfast, sit with a coffee and listen to the news, and head off with time to pick up a strip of Metro tickets on the way to my practicum.

Oh, how wrong a plan can go.

I mis-set my alarm clock last night. So, it didn't go off, and I woke up at ten past seven.

To get to the place where I was meeting my supervisor on time, I had to be on the Metro at ten to seven.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

So, I called the school, to see if they had a cell number for him. They did, but he wasn't picking up.

So, okay, decision time. I decided to get a cab.

I didn't know how much it would cost, and the only cash I had on hand were twenties (from when I sold one of my textbooks last week). So I grabbed two of them and dashed out the door without stopping for breakfast.

I found a cab on Sherbrooke, and the fare turned out to be about $15. I was only about ten minutes late, and since my supervisor was ten minutes late last week, that was no big deal. So, everything's good, everything's fine.

I got to the school, went to get my change out of my pocket ... and the second twenty I'd grabbed was gone. Best I can think is that I dropped it in the cab.

Damndamndamndamndamn!

After that inauspicious start, the day actually didn't go too badly. I did a CELF-4 evaluation that, with scoring, took up most of the day.

I didn't have any tickets for the bus on the way home, so I had to pay the (higher) cash fare. And my change got stuck in the meter, which ticked off the bus driver just a smidge. He wasn't rude or anything, but I felt bad and it was a pain.

I got home, and I was ravenous, because, you know, no breakfast, and my lunch wasn't exactly huge. So I thought, what's quick, easy, and comfort food?

Spaghetti. A great big pot of spaghetti.

So I cooked up some spaghetti. I opened the cupboard to get my last tin of sauce ... no tin of sauce. No sauce at all, anywhere in the apartment.

Ugh.

I had to run to the dep to get some sauce.

Then, still feeling kind of crappy, I dozed off on the futon. Which ended up being a long nap. Guess who won't be sleeping tonight?

Finally, I decided to bake. I started mixing together my stuff to make muffins. But, guess what I didn't have quite enough of? Muffin mix.

A quick adjustment of ingredient quantities salvaged the muffins. And I feel better for it.

There's something so spiritually soothing about licking the spoon.

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