Mama said, Mama said...

[wordinista]

There'd be days like these, my mama said.

*flops*

Okay, universe -- I give up.  I surrender.  I yield.  You win.

WILL YOU PLEASE STOP FUCKING WITH ME NOW?



It started out pretty good, as far as days go.  I mean, I had a finance midterm to finish, but I woke up to find that my mother (to whom I'd shown the exam, and who made a copy of it) sent me the answers.  No, I did not copy.  But I did use her work to check my own.  My realization?  I suck at finance.

So, there I was, working on the midterm and procrastinating a little, when cyperian and _midoriko_sama_ pop up on AIM.  So then I started procrastinating a lot, and cyperian asked to use a couple of documents that had been in use on GT, and that meant I had to find them, and after a lot of fruitless searches, I remembered that Google caches EVERYTHING.  And, lo, I found what I was looking for and there was much rejoicing.

And then Dori started getting me into a UT brainstorming mood, and oh my god, if there was ever a worse day for it, I don't know.  So I signed off AIM and hunkered down with the midterm.

Now, it's worth noting that I have to leave my house at 4:30 to get to class.  By 3:00, I hadn't finished the exam, hadn't showered, and hadn't walked the dog.  I still have no idea how I did it, but I did, and left the house at, okay, 4:40-- not bad.

This is where things start going wrong.

Class runs from 5:30-9:00.  I almost always remember to bring something to eat with me.  Almost always.  Today?  Not one of those days.  By the first break, at 7:00, my late lunch is gone, I'm hungry, and I'm twitching to pee.  So I run to the bathroom, because I know how to prioritize, and learn that TODAY would be the day of The Great Girlbits Rebellion.

*headdesk*

So, I'm like, "Okay.  I'm in a ladies room.  Where's the..."

Would you believe there was no vending machine, stuffed to the gills with feminine hygiene products?  Nothing.  I have nothing on me.  AND THERE'S TWO HOURS LEFT IN CLASS.  I decide that if I'm going to be miserable, I'm going to have chocolate while I'm being miserable.  So I toddled off to the vending machines and began searching through my purse for change.

Chocolate:  65 cents
Money in purse:  two quarters, one dime, five pennies
Vending machine:  doesn't take pennies
Bunneh:  screwed

So I went back to class, miserable and chocolate-free.

One and a half hours later, the prof ends class early.  Whee, right?  WRONG.  Nooo, now would be the time when my finance group project group wants to get together to decide when we're gonna get together.  By this point, I was snapping at the bit.  I hauled ass to the nearest grocery store, ran inside, got what I needed to get and...

My bank card was declined.

WTF?

Allow me to repeat:  WTF?

So I left and went to another grocery.  Same story.  "Unable to process."  (It just so happens that my bank did some huge system maintenance this weekend, and I am suspecting that was the root of the problem.)  At this point I had no choice but to drive home.

Tomorrow I will be calling the bank, and, apparently, going to the grocery store.  *rolls eyes*

And we don't even have any chocolate.

*cry*