it started with a potato

So I got the entire afternoon off today. Totally exciting cause I needed it to get some things done. One of which was sleep because for some reason my body won't let me obtain much of it of late. Other things include a paper and chapters to read...the regular. They don't start you off too incredibly slow.

After going to Rick Faber's birthday/camp get together, I dropped Grace off at work and headed to the house. First thing was eating. I was totally starved. I'd been planning on it all day. I was craving this sweet potato stuff I make for days. So I took out a sweet potato to find the end oozing white stuff (I bought this thing two days ago.) I thought it may just be the end of it but no, you cut into it and it's...well rather nasty. Suddenly I've lost my appetite for sweet potatoes. Potato enchilada's sounds fantastic actually so I'll go down to the VM and get some sauce, take my book back to the campus shop, get my mail. Needed to go there anyway.

Arriving at the campus shop I find, at the register, that I'd left my ID card at the house. This means I can't return the book OR get back in my house to get it. I did the rest of my errands which proved difficult because the cashier was making profound lasting relationships with each customer. Finally I was able to run back up to Grace's work but usually I'd have to walk because there is no student parking but she was nice enough to run out and give it to me. Go home, can't find my card anywhere. After 15 minutes, I found it on the floor under my desk. Gotta take the card back to Grace so I drive back up, this time walking up the hill because I didn't want to make her run out again. 2:00. I'm getting absolutely nothing done on my afternoon off.

Back at the house I whipped up all the stuff, opened the sauce, pulled the shells out of the refrigerator and was quickly stopped by white stuff growing all over the shells. GAH! I just bought these too! At this point I'm standing in my kitchen staring at the wall, boiling. I am NOT going back out. But I have everything open and nothing else to eat. FINE! I'm going. Where's my purse. No where. 10 minutes later I realize I'd left in the car. For crying out loud!

I decide to go the back way to the VM. So much less traffic. Stopped train blocking the road. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!

So it is now three o'clock, my stomach is eating itself, and I have achieved absolutely nothing. If you'd been sitting at Wright Hall today you would have seen me drive across campus 12 times. And to top it off I'm sitting here writing this blog about it. HA HA HA HA! Anybody think of anything else I should do before I write my paper? Somebody save me from myself.

PS: while writing this blog I totally forgot my enchiladas in the oven and well... they are burnt.