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i didn't know such a series of unfortunate events could be.

today was pretty much disastrous.
i awoke to my alarm clock- i muuussst leave by 9:30 to get to my 11 o'clock class [somewhat] on time. 9:30 came around with another snooze button, and i realized i was too hungover from my all-day-yesterday-pounding-headache to drive anyway. stats isn't gonna happen today. i feebly attempted to figure out when my next class was, and after failing to get my mind to function, i postponed the little beeper to rebeep at a later time.
even at that later time, even after forcing my body to move (how did the messages get below deck? i mean 'the neck'??) i still couldn't figure out my time limit. no matter how i worked backwards and forwards from what i knew for sure, i was as blank as one of my history exam answer sheets.

i seemed to move at a rate that disturbed even me (whooooooaaa.) but by 11, i was croozin through the roads- praise the heavens, no traffic. i had to mentally give myself a slap coz i had a premonition with the way i was swaying as i walked earlier that i was gonna 'sway' my car into something else too. i put my confidence in that someone had prayed for me today. specifically the road i take.
i got to marta as one of the safer drivers of the road, despite my unusual frequency in which my attention was caught... somewhere nothing to do with the road. (oops. yeah. must. watch. road. ....bah. who cares.)
i parked my car in what seemed (and what always seems) too tight of a parking space. i shoved my flipflops off and paused to decide whether i wear the navy water shoes (doesn't match, but the skies are grey) or my sweet mutlicoloured polos (i love these shoes and if it rains, the suede lining's gonna be ruined.) i finally settled with the latter. i wasn't gonna be gone that long, right?
the moment i reached the top of the escalator, the train rolled up. i walked straight in and sat in front of a window with the intention of (finally) taking the photos i want from the trip. i never moved to get my camera, instead gazing out entranced by the concavity of the window itself. either i was seriously hungover, or that thing was made wrong, making everything outside look just distorted enough to mess with your mind. i'll never know if it was just me.
so i planned that since i was gonna be really...really late to my second class, i was gonna skip it and go face the battle that is a mile-long line to purchase a textbook i hadn't bought yet. that, and then attend the 3rd class. then go back to whence the madness bega. i read psalms.
but at some point, i got smart and pulled out my syllabus discovering that i was in fact doing well on time, and if i got off at one train station before the one i usually do, i'd make it on time to my 2nd class. sweet. so that's what i did. i love that specific train station for it's amazingly high escalator. i mean, this thing is a ride. you might as well sit. when you come to atlanta, we'll definitely go just to take really oooh aaah photos. i had to train to climb it to the top without stopping.
whoa. "train". haha. i'm funny.

11:58 i'm in the bldg and i take my place at my second row seat. the teacher is having tech problems and don't propose to help to save myself some serious performance in keeping myself capable of walking a straight line. or just failing to help. in the end, a tech guy came and couldn't solve the issue so our lesson was cut short.
i headed out to the location of my next class. i had enough time to search, briefly, for the secluded, never heard of mini-shop where you could buy software for cheap. (i need a windows office). no one seemed to know what i was talking about, so i gave up and stood outside the class door munching on honey nut cheerios and bugging ado with text messages.
the final class with the dr. master. master.master.master whose daughter-invented-the-machine-to-cure-cancer-of-the-esophagus went by crammed with way too much information as usual, but i tried to focus and fit stuff in my already exploding brain for next time's test1.
he stopped midsentence and said "...it's raining like it's nobody's business out there". i turned to see two small windows in the back of the room i hadn't even noticed before. and yes, it was pouring. boo.
i played hopskotch all the way back to the train station, and only halfway there was i able to get the brelly open. my bluesuede shoes (that are in fact reddish) got totally soaked from the front (gaaaaaaaaaah.) and even though i rolled up my jeans, they still got wet too.
and freakin!:@!@$)#U$U@)#U)#@ IF YOU'RE DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD GO SLOW STUPID COZ I'M WALKING RIGHT HERE CAN'T YOU SEE THE TIDAL WAVES YOU'RE SENDING OVER IN MY DIRECTION????????????
i made it to the train without slipping or making a splash in some misjudged depths of some puddle.
my train comes a little to slow. and takes off a little too fast.

things are no doubt picking up when i encounter only few patches of traffic on the way home (though at one intersection, the turn-left lane was absolutely full, and i had to make a quick lane change to turn right instead, hoping for a uturn. oh hey look. chikfila. why not. haven't had it in a year or so. the traffic seems less hectic halfway through checkered fries, sweet lemonade, and cafe del mar on the radio.

i pull into the driveway and opened the door..... safety.
or so i thought.
but no, indeed it was safety. it took me a millisecond to figure out the security alarm was about to blare. it took me less than a millisecond to panic coz i couldn't remember what code mum had put. panic came along, blood pressure shot up, and my 2-day headache escalated to a high point. oh, and the alarm started blaring.
i put down the billion things i was carrying, nearly swearing, but nevertheless mumbling (loud) at no one. i called mum and told her to give me the code. even after the raging alarm went off, my hands were shaking and i was sniffling.
it was a last, huge straw that broke my nerves.
i went up, trying not to trip on the stairs and got in bed.



i'm still here.
too afraid i might bump my toe into a box or my head into some wall.
i'm not making any more effort than pumping blood around.

i took comfort in the few words my best friends left me.
the treat of the fortnight.
i'll live off them for weeks.