The Dog Ate My Homework

It's one of those days.

You would think that if you leave past 8:00AM traffic would get better since all the damn kiddies would have been dropped off to school by then. But no, the overpopulation that is our Earth continues to have its presence felt on the freeways, despite my crafty plan of being tardy to avoid it.

Being the diligent employee that I am, at 9:15AM I figure I might as well call in to work to check up on everything. Crap. I left my phone in my charger at home. Strike one.

After an hour and 30 minutes of being in the car, I finally stumble into work around 9:45AM (parked on the 5th floor!!!). Since I feel like shiite, I go over to our newly installed coffee kiosk to pick up some java when I realize that my wallet is missing. So, no coffee for me. Strike two.

Apparently, my wallet and phone decided to take the day off without telling my brain. This would normally be ok, except that I have photo class in LA tonight and have to pay for the $6 million dollars in parking somehow. I also attend with a co-worker and we rely heavily on our phones to sync up meeting with each other. Instead, I'll just be a huge loner with a parking ticket.

I was going to write a paragraph on how things usually come in threes and how I wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of the day, but in between this post my sister calls me to tell me that my hamster just attempted to commit suicide. Apparently, she walked in to check on them this morning after I had left, and one of them was hanging in mid air (like with its neck alone stuck between the metal rungs). Luckily, it wasn't dead yet, even though it had shallow breathing, and she got a pair of pliars to free it. This is actually the second incident in the Bizarre Pet Chronicles as a few days ago one of my fish randomly disappeared. Naively, I just assumed that it died and that my mom or sister flushed it to fishie heaven. Yeah...not so much...which means that its dead rotting carcass is still out there somewhere either in the tank or on the floor.

Strike three, I'm out.