Oh, one of THOSE days

- one of those days where you finally get up at 8:30 after tossing around for the past 2.5 hours and pour muesli into your mug instead of your bowl. Seriously.

- one of those days where you purposefully leave the house late so that the really, really annoying French guy in your class will already be sitting and won't be able reasonably (not that that would stop him, more about this later) to get up and move to sit right beside you, and then... the bastard isn't even there, which yay! but you were late.

- where you plan tangential (?) trips to the IGA to pick up bread because you really just don't want to go home, because you know that when you walk in that door, the third essay in a series of four which is driving you insane IS LYING IN WAIT TO EAT YOU ALIVE, DIGEST YOU, AND ULTIMATELY LEAVE YOU IN A SHIVERING SMELLY HEAP ON THE FLOOR

Yeah. One of those.