back in school again, max who plays the fool again

today i commenced my monday classes.
my schedule begins with a 9:30am class that runs until 11:30.
then, i have a class from 11:30 until 1:30pm (luckily, the 2 classes are just down the hall from one another).
i am to break until 5:30pm, when i have class until 9:30pm.

...

or so i thought.
when my second class let out early, i decided to get a bite, grab some dry groceries, then figure out what to do until class began. i decided pretty quickly that a nap would be in my best interest. i pulled in under a tree in the school parking lot, put my music on low, reclined back as far as i could, put my feet up and snoooozed until about 4. when i woke i was burning up, so i decided to go into the building and get something cool and caffeinated to drink. as per usual, the line in the book store was practically wrapped around the whole storefront, but i had time, so i waited it out. 10 minutes, 2 double-shots and a large bottle of frappuccino later, i was on my way to the lab i was to have class in. since i was there early, i figured i would wait for a bit and see if i could get someone to unlock the door in. someone did, and i sat working in illustrator for what seemed like only a short time, but was in fact about a half hour, when i heard from outside the door some people talking. one of them said, "oh, yeah, this is a second start class..."

the class doesn't start until september 25.

this new piece of information mixed with the copious amounts of coffee in my stomach was, to say the least, nauseating. still, i picked up my things, logged out and headed home.
i was 15 minutes into my gridlock drive, and very ready to not be sitting in traffic anymore. the rest of my body agreed, and i soon found myself leaning over a gas station porcelain bowl, watching a $4 lunch and $7 worth of coffee being flushed counterclockwise down the pisser.
though i felt physically more comfortable, at this point all i wanted was to be in bed. miraculously, i made it home and began to unload my groceries. just at my stairs, the fridge pack of fresca in my hand ripped and dropped to my feet. having been loaded down with other things, i left the mess on the ground to come back for. after retrieving the 12 pack, i went to open my door, and found that my mom was good enough to lock it before i could even get back inside.

other mishaps begot themselves after the door was relocked behind me, but the last thing i remember was collapsing face-first onto my bed. and not a moment too soon.

i believe i called it fairly when before i passed out, i said to no one in particular,
"muck fondays."

-k