And it was. I woke up around 4:30. And around 5:30. And around 6:30. And finally, when I looked at the clock and it said 7:45, I thought, "Okay, my alarm is going to go off in 15 minutes. I'll just lie here for a while and pretend I'm sleeping. Or somehing."
Enter Kat, into the living room, saying, "Do you know what time it is?"
I thought she was maybe wondering if her clock was out, or whatever, since she had an 8:15 class, and mine wasn't until 9:40.
"7:45," I said.
She stopped. "No," she said slowly, "It's 11:15. Don't you have to go pick up the tables?"
I looked at my clock. It said 7:45.
I looked at my alarm. It said 3:15.
I think I accidentally unplugged my alarm clock last night when I was turning off my lamp (which doesn't have a switch--it has to be unplugged), and I accidentally reset the alarm instead of the time.
I still made it to load-in on time, though, which is definitely the important thing.
Honestly, though. Who else does that kind of thing happen to?
One year ago today: I can't believe I completely forgot about this paper. I've had it written in my daytimer since the beginning of the semester, but I've been so busy with rehearsals, other papers, other assignments, classes, personal stuff... that it completely slipped my mind that I even had it due. So now, I have 3 1/2 hours until I have to hand it in, and I have yet to start.
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