Everything Happens on Monday.
There was snow on the highway today.
My first class began at 10 a.m. and my last one finished at 5:30 p.m.
I had ten minutes between each.
As soon as I turned onto the campus "driveway" my tire went flat. All flat. Completely flat.
I lack the skills needed to change tires. Both sets of skills. Meaning not only do I not know how to get on my knees and change the dumb tire myself, but I cannot bat my eyelashes or flirt or get coherent sentences to form much less ask a cute guy to help me out. Doesn't matter. The maintenance man was the sweetest and most genuinely nice person I've met on campus so far. I might adopt him as my grandfather. Do I need to run that by him?
It was dark when I left for home.
I couldn't speed on the highway because of the temporary tire. So I was behind a truck the whole time. Pretty cool.
It was -4º C today and snowing. I don't care if that's warm where you come from. I don't care for it at all.
I had 3 hours of Sociology class today. Quite interesting. What does one do when one has to pee halfway through a class that long?
And there's more.. but that more is waiting for me to attack it. It's on the kitchen table. And I'm dreading it while at the same time anticipating it.
Thank God tomorrow's Tuesday and supposed to be a shorter day.
Things don't happen on Tuesdays right? 'Cause everything happens on Monday...?