Today started off on the wrong foot, right from the word 'go'. It really was the shit.

12am--I get back from the Forum and realise that I haven't any jeans to wear to work tomorrow. So even though I'm really zonked out thanks to 1) the previous night's 2.30am stunt, 2) the presentation itself and 3) having tackled Peet's article on the rise of radical Geography for the past 2 hours, I still have to get the laundry done. So off we go, laundry basket and me (and some borrowed detergent from my roommate) to the laundry room.
Since the laundry usually takes 40 minutes to be done, I thought I'd head back to sleep for an hour. So the handphone's alarm is set for 1.30.

4am--The sound of the rain pouring awakens me. My first thought is "omg, my CLOTHES!" I run down to the laundry room and grab my clothes and stuff them in the dryer. It's another 30 minutes' wait. And I forgot to bring anything down to read while waiting. So I end up huddling on the bench, feeling cold and tired while my clothes get tumbled and toasted.

5am--No sounds are coming from the dryer, which means that the clothes are done. Damn, I slept an extra half hour on that bench for nothing. I trudge back with my stuff to my room, having to take the long way again because it's still raining. Dumping the laundry basket in one corner, I set my alarm to 7am, since I have the Peet book to return by 9am, and work is at that time too.

9am--My roommate's alarm wakes me up. I look at my handphone and nearly die of shock. I dress, wash and rush out of my room with the book and bag pronto. By now I should have realised that today wasn't going to be my day, and I should have just stayed in bed and refused to come out. Oh, no sirree. I forget to tap my card while getting off the bus, so I just wasted $1.80 for a bus ride 2 bus stops long. The book is returned late, I interrupt an ongoing lecture to get my shoes (we can't wear slippers during work) and still get to Coffee Club Xpress late.

10.30am--CCX is swamped with people, ordering stuff. The aunty doesn't hear some orders correctly and tempers fray a little. I make one wrong order. Crap.

11.30am--I need to go for tutorial, and take my punch card to the clocking machine, and that's when I realise that the thing didn't print the time properly when I clocked in. I silently curse my luck. Now I'll have to clear it with Angie at the end of the month.

11.40am--The tutorial before mine is still ongoing, and I'm getting seriously zonked. Feeling hungry, too, since I haven't had anything to eat up till then. My tutor, who is my friend's ex-bf, gets there around the same time as me. Fortunately, it isn't awkward.

1pm--Off for lunch. Possibly the turning point for the day. I have a pork teriyaki set from the Japanese stall, which cheers me up considerably, but then the effects of digestion start occurring in Linda Malam's class.

2pm--I'm too zonked to even pay attention, and the class hasn't even started. I try to sleep, but it turns out to be an impossible task, and so I have to pay attention. But I'm feeling really lifeless and nothing she says is going inside. Just making some random ink markings on the notes. The blood drains from my brain to my stomach. I end up spazzing during the break.

5pm--Class is over, and I head back to hostel. On the way, I check my handphone alarm to see if it's working. It chirps merrily at the appointed time. I simply glare at it.

I haven't had dinner yet, and I was hoping to go out and buy myself a clock today, but from the looks of it, I'll just have to wait till Saturday for that, seeing that I'll have to be in school for a meeting then. I'm just really tired. If only Nat Oswin's class wasn't at 9am.

I think I'll make myself a Nutella sandwich. With extra Nutella. Make that 2.