I had insomnia last night.
Dear god. That's just not fun. >___<

Laying in bed. Trying to sleep. Just laying there. >_<

Ugh.

Now the day is going to suck hardcore because I'm going to be tired all day.

And I went to bed and didn't sleep well for an hour. It was not right. >__<

So, yeah. Saw one am. Saw two am because I couldn't sleep well.

UGH. >__<

Okay. I think it's official. Reporters are dumb.

I watch the news in the morning to get the weather and whatnot. This morning, it's all about the Pope's visit because, well, it's a big deal that the Pope is having Mass here in DC. The reporter was interviewing someone involved in that Mass. Apparently, this woman got to meet the Pope yesterday. The reporter says to her...

"Tell me what that was like."

>___<

Maybe it's just me, but the gut reaction I had to that was:

"Indescribable."

Because, really, for the devout Catholic, actually meeting the Pope would be. Few people get to do that. Actually meet the Pope himself, talk to him. >__<

I didn't hear what the woman actually said because I was doing the morning thing, which took me away from the television, but - wow. I just felt like the reporter was an idiot.

Hrmm. Perhaps I'm biased, having been raised Catholic, so I know how many would feel about meeting the Pope. Srsly? I would totally be all over that. Meeting the Pope. Yes. We all know I'm a seriously lapsed Catholic. (Really lapsed. >_>) But - still. I will go to Vatican City one day. Just because. It's one of those things that I grew up with. The Pope was the man. Just under God himself. Yes, I am aware he's just a man. Yes, it's probable he does not exactly have the direct line to God, here. But - well. Still.

One of my students is going to the Papal Mass and I'm jealous. I want to go. But - yeah. Lapsed Catholic == no chance in hell of getting a ticket.

I'll watch on TV.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

Dumb reporters. >__<

What do you think, internets?

I can't take it any more.

I just can't take it.

Someone save me from the HELL that is my 5th period class.

For the love of Goddess.

Please.

Before someone dies....

It is time to MUTTER!  Horray!  (= Let’s go!  (=

1. Nutritious :: and Delicious
2. Graduate :: 1996
3. Tonight! :: with Johnny Carson
4. Located :: Found!
5. Weapon :: Blade
6. Jumper :: Bad movie ?
7. Collectibles :: Expensive
8. Dennis :: the Menace
9. Hostile :: Intentions
10. Vivid :: Imagination

So, Friday, I'm packing up at work, getting ready to go home.

Papers in bag. Check.
Jacket. Check.
Purse. Check.
Computer off. Check.
Exchange school keys for car keys. Che -

Car keys? Hello?! *Frantic rummaging amongst purse, pockets, desk drawer, and school bag*

Shit. No keys. They have to be in the car. I go to my car. Yup. Right there on driver's seat.

Fuck.

Call mom. Does AAA fix this? Probably, she says. Where's your card, she says. At home in my other purse, I say. I haven't switch back to my other purse after vacation yet. The one with my full wallet - and my extra car key. She gives me the AAA number and the account number. I call. Do you unlock cars? All the time, they say.

Thank, fucking, god.

The time now is 3:05, they say. Someone will arrive between now and 3:50, they say. Okay, I say. I sit on the ground and start grading, thanking the goddess that despite the cloudy skies, it's a relatively nice day.

3:30. Phone call. The truck. The man who opens my car.

HALLELUJAH!

Mike D from Morton's Towing and Hauling - bless you. You have no idea.

Thus, my Friday adventure ended very happily.

HORRAY! (=

When did you last do something dumb, internets?