a rare event

Its not every day I will tell you all exactly what I'm thinking. But I'm feeling generous, so here's a running mental commentary on today's events.

Wake up.

What time is it? My alarm didn't go off, AGAIN.

Check the time and the alarm.

Its set properly. What the heck. Maybe its time to get a new clock. This one has strange memories associated with it anyway.

Walk to the kitchen.

Hi Molly. No, go away Molly. Oh, Sam's here. Huh. Wonder if I'll ever eat anything besides cereal for breakfast on a school day.

Go back to my room. Brit wrote to me about the Gospels.

Ehh... Gonna be late for class. Get off of me Molly.

Run to the bus. Get to my 9:50 class. The teacher from the lecture before is still talking. I sit down to wait for that class to end. A woman walks past on the linoleum floor in stilletto heels. TAP TAP TAP...

Oh, COME ON... Godzilla has a louder entrance than that. You can do better, go back to the doorway and start over again. Don't give me that look. You're just jealous of my NIKES!!

Another woman enters, quieter heels though. She goes upstairs. She has a really cheerful voice. I know because I could hear her all the way down the hall and down the staircase. "HI Iris, how are you doing??!" Iris is even more cheerful. "I'm GREAT!! How about you?"

Why the heck is everyone so cheerful today? Why won't this professor shut up? He sounds like a bumble bee, just droning on and on... Gee the class is running really late. What time is it? WHAT? 8:30?? How can it be 8:30 if I set my alarm for 8:50?

It sinks in.

WHY HAVE I SUDDENLY FORGOTTEN HOW TO READ A DIGITAL CLOCK???

Yeah so that's my day so far. I'm going to sleep. Because I lost an hour of sleep in the mix somehow.