just one of those days

My printer hasn’t had black ink in it for awhile. So lately, I’ve been emailing things to myself so that I can print them out at the library. Last night I emailed my spanish essay to myself. This morning I left early (about 8:25) so that I would have time to go to the library and print it out before I had to be at class by 9. Keep in mind that if I don’t catch the traffic just right, it can take me as much as 10 minutes to get up onto campus. And by up, I mean up. Climbing either a hill or stairs are required to get to most points on campus from my place. So, it was just before 8:40 when I arrived at the library. I went over to a computer, opened my email, opened the message I’d sent myself, and… nothing. I had forgotten to attach the essay to the message. So… I had to go back to my room. There was no other option. Getting down off of campus is significantly easier, as it’s all downhill, so I made it back to my room by 8:45ish. I knew there was no way that I’d have time to go back to the library, so I bit the bullet and printed it out in my room. In blue. I grabbed it out of the printer, dashed out of the room at 8:51, and still managed to make it to class on time. *whew* After that, I thought there was no way the day could get worse. But I’d forgotten one fundamental thing: never, ever, EVER *say* that it can’t get worse.

Spanish class, and the next one: econ, went pretty much as usual. After econ I decided to have lunch at the food court instead of going back to my room, because frankly, I didn’t feel like going back to my room yet again. If I went back, there was no way I was leaving again today. So I got a chicken quesadilla, and a couple of cups of water, and sat down. I was arranging my food and drinks so that I would have the easiest access to everything, and then… I knocked one of the waters over. All down the front of my pants. Great. I cleaned up as best I could, with an obnoxious amount of napkins, and tried to enjoy my lunch.

After lunch, I went to the bathroom to see if maybe there was an electric hand dryer that I could use to attempt to dry my pants some. There wasn’t. But once I was in the ladies room I discovered that I’d gotten a visit from a little friend. A week early. And I was wearing white pants. *le sigh*

What force of nature did I piss off enough to deserve this?

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