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So, usually I can catnap for ten minutes, no problem. But this morning I have 25 minutes before I need to leave to catch the bus, feel sleepy, so I lie on the couch with Aris, and, boom, pass out. Wake up 40 minutes later, shit, shit, there's a staff meeting at 11:00, it's now 10:35 (flap, flap), wash face, get lunch, check bus sched, okay, can get bus soon, hope they haven't changed the schedule, tumble out the door.
Bustle to bus stop in plenty of time. No 22 in sight; it's late, okay, it's always late. Still no 22; shit maybe they changed the scedule; wait, now it's five to eleven--it's 15 minutes late, not in sight yet. As fast as my little legs can carry me, hurry down to where one of the university shuttles stops; no shuttles in sight.
Okay, walk, fast, walk, sweat, puff, sweat, walk fast, faster--lovely, there goes the 22 that obviously came shortly after I gave up--oh, and there's the Red River shuttle that also came just after I left. Walk, sweat, hurry. Okay, there's the Forty Acres, I can jump on that for the last leg of the journey, cool off, arrive at staff meeting only a little late and somewhat composed--what if it pulls out before I get there? Better hurry, run, cross the street and--SPLAT--over the curb onto the sidewalk.
Now I'm bleeding on the fingertips of my right hand (deeply) my right knee and ankle, again, pretty deeply (though somehow the pants leg escaped damage). Okay, I'm all right, hobble quickly to bus--it's the ##@**%$#@!!! Red River.
I am not walking the rest of the way. I'm sitting here, bleeding, and waiting for the Forty Acres, dammit. It comes, huzzah. And sits for 7 minutes before it continues on. Start to get a little weepy, I'm bleeding, it hurts, waaaahhh. But then realize coming into the meeting late will be okay because I am wounded and have an entertaining story to tell about it. Sympathy and laughs, so okay. Finally get to work, elevator takes its usual forever, stop in the bathroom to wash and dab the owwies, leaving my pants leg up for maximum sympathy (and to let the owwies dry). I do indeed get sympathy and laughs.
However, now I have bandages on two of my fintertips and they all hurt; this makes typing (and just about every other activity) awkward and painful. Big honking bruise forming on the inside of my wrist.
On the upside, I'm not very sleepy anymore.
Bustle to bus stop in plenty of time. No 22 in sight; it's late, okay, it's always late. Still no 22; shit maybe they changed the scedule; wait, now it's five to eleven--it's 15 minutes late, not in sight yet. As fast as my little legs can carry me, hurry down to where one of the university shuttles stops; no shuttles in sight.
Okay, walk, fast, walk, sweat, puff, sweat, walk fast, faster--lovely, there goes the 22 that obviously came shortly after I gave up--oh, and there's the Red River shuttle that also came just after I left. Walk, sweat, hurry. Okay, there's the Forty Acres, I can jump on that for the last leg of the journey, cool off, arrive at staff meeting only a little late and somewhat composed--what if it pulls out before I get there? Better hurry, run, cross the street and--SPLAT--over the curb onto the sidewalk.
Now I'm bleeding on the fingertips of my right hand (deeply) my right knee and ankle, again, pretty deeply (though somehow the pants leg escaped damage). Okay, I'm all right, hobble quickly to bus--it's the ##@**%$#@!!! Red River.
I am not walking the rest of the way. I'm sitting here, bleeding, and waiting for the Forty Acres, dammit. It comes, huzzah. And sits for 7 minutes before it continues on. Start to get a little weepy, I'm bleeding, it hurts, waaaahhh. But then realize coming into the meeting late will be okay because I am wounded and have an entertaining story to tell about it. Sympathy and laughs, so okay. Finally get to work, elevator takes its usual forever, stop in the bathroom to wash and dab the owwies, leaving my pants leg up for maximum sympathy (and to let the owwies dry). I do indeed get sympathy and laughs.
However, now I have bandages on two of my fintertips and they all hurt; this makes typing (and just about every other activity) awkward and painful. Big honking bruise forming on the inside of my wrist.
On the upside, I'm not very sleepy anymore.
