I know
Mondays are supposed to be teh suck, but this is a bit much.
By 11:00 AM I have already managed to do the following:
- Sleep in due to malfunctioning alarm clock
- Miss two trains in a row, thus missing all morning classes
- Arrive home 50 miles and 90 minutes later to find I'd left my keys behind
- Climb in through bathroom window, wetting socks
- Send frantic text message to landlord, as I can't get into my room
- Read mail: two nasty letters from the bank saying I won't be doing any Christmas shopping, or indeed eating, and one bill for three thousand pounds, payable immediately
- Receive text message from landlord, landlord can't come around until 4 pm
- Find keys in backpack after all, send apologetic text message to landlord, using up last of credit
If I were a depressive sort of person, I'd be pretty fucking depressed right now. And the
day's not even
half over.
Good thing there's such a thing as
tea.