I'm not!

Last night I checked my school schedule to see if I had to get up early or not. I didn't. So I stayed up until my eyed shut on their own and slept until my usual 7:15 or so.

Did my usual putter plus some, since I am having company (wink wink, nudge nudge) tomorrow. The kitchen is clean, the livingroom is tidy, the floor is swept. My school things were packed and set out last night. I was just done heating some pizza and getting ready to hop in the shower when I looked at my packed bag and remembered.

Shit.

The homework I had meticulously prepared, the only real reason I was even leaving the island today, was due the minute our class began. The instructor had made a point of saying there were no exceptions. If I thought I was taking the later ferry, I was grossly mistaken. My vision of a hot shower, of a de-stinking, were dashed. I hastily pulled on the first thing I found on the floor: Levis and my black tank top.

Shit.

The tank top ist verboten at school because there is a dress code. I threw on a sweatshirt over top, grabbed the still-warm pizza and a diet Pepsi, scooped my messenger bag from the floor and flew out the door. I had 20 minutes to make a ferry ten miles away on an island with a general speed limit of 35mph.

I am chagrined and proud to say I made it in 11 minutes. You do the math. Suffice it to say that there may have been some loose numerical interpretation of certain road signs, the ones that are white with big black numbers.

Yes I made it.

Not doing that again! Until next time.