Chandri MacLeod (chandri) wrote,
Chandri MacLeod

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Nervous Breakdown, Part Deux

Much littler this time, really, but... got picked up by Dad at airport. We went to my apartment, only to find he'd forgotten my keys (I left them with Mum so she could water my plants). So we drove back to Maple Ridge. I borrowed some money from him for groceries, and lilymc drove to New West in Mum's car, 'cause Mum's back East visiting relatives. We got there. We somehow spent two hours there 'cause Bugger kept shutting itself down every time I tried to check my email (which was why I had wanted Dad to take it home and reformat it, but he had forgotten). We finally finished, unplugged the computer, loaded up the car, and went to the grocery store. Where they were out of virtually everything, so we went to the other Superstore, which was closed. (Fuckers.) We came home, by which point it was almost ten o'clock. I flomped on the couch and slept for two hours, got up, and wrote my paper. I borrowed lilymc's alarm. I set the alarm. I went to sleep. This was about three in the morning.

I woke up. It was eight-thirty.

After some swearing, I got dressed, got into the car, and left, swearing some more because the only reason I'd borrowed the alarm was to make sure I got up on time because I had an exam this morning (at least I thought so). I also asked middlelittlesis to wake me around six-thirty because she had work and I was less than confident about my ability to work lilymc's alarm.

So here I am, about seven minutes past nine, stumbling up the college walk with my arms full of books for the stupid class and the stupid exam for which I did not study. I get inside, slightly damp, and realize I have not put money in the parking machine. I swear some more, stumble back out, put money in the machine, go *back* to the car, put the ticket on the dash, and run back inside, up the stairs, and in the general direction of my class, thinking something like "Fuck, I'm late, I've missed the exam, he never lets people in late, I'm going to die."

I get here, and the class is empty.

Well, that's not strictly true. There are about three people in here. A couple of them are in my class, I think. I'm not absolutely certain. I don't really pay attention to much of anything or anyone that isn't directly in my line of sight in this class. But there seem to be no *other* people stumbling in late, so... what the hell? Was there no class at all? Was the exam on Friday? I don't understand. *headdesk*

I am so very, very tired. And my paper is complete crap, but at least it's done. And I haven't really eaten anything at all solid since about ten or eleven in the morning (PST)... yesterday? On the plane. It was some kind of unidentifiable possibly-tofu product smothered in sesame sauce and surrounded by rice and shrivelly vegetables. Everything tasted like carrots. I wasn't sure what it was, but I was very, very hungry. And the flight was late. And I'm still hungry.


Well, at least Dexcon rocked. The video of the quasi-drunken congo line, by the way? Big hit. ;)

Okay. There's nobody here, and I have half an hour 'til my next class. I should... oh, gods. Catch up on my Friends page.

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