The Reasons Why Wednesdays are EVIL!!!

I knew it would be a bad day.

Waking up before the crack of dawn with less than seven hours of sleep under my belt, going to English class and cracking open my brain trying to think critically over literature while struggling to stay awake was terrible. On top of which, the term Valentine's day sent so many idiots into free-freaking verse with no hope of a tune that it grated. And the night before was happily warm and sticky with no air-con function. Bugger.

Later, I rushed home for driving class and did reasonably okay for the first twenty minutes of the class. Then, the car broke down. By the time we were back inside a moving tin can, I had to rush back to campus for the Psychology experiment on memory. Note: Experiment needs someone with a clear mind. My mind felt like it was floating in stuff with the viscosity of tar.

Two hours of spending my lunch alone and reading in a restaurant full of people and I went of for my real Psychology class. It wasn't pretty. My brain felt like it was trying to digest possum stew with the grit still attached. And I find out that this irritating fellow in my class is in the same learning group as me! Oh, for the love of Deus!!!

Going home after class wasn't much of a joy either. I waited, standing up because the benches were removed, at the Shell station for my ride home. I was tired, barely managing to stay upright and walking like a drunk running on three hours of sleep for the past week. Think drunk beelines. I scared my cat.

I had to rush to get ready for work, it being Valentine's Day and all--I get roped into working at the restaurant for all these "special" occasions in the risk that there might be a lot of customers haunting our seats. I felt like a rag. A really, really old one, with multiple holes and tears. Cripes. And I was starving! Between sleeping and eating I couldn't decide, and I really didn't have all that much of a choice either.

I was hoping at the very least that there might be couples coming in and in the midst of all the celebration, I'd get a few intoxicated screeching and wailing to love songs. I was certainly hoping for something upbeat to get me started too. After all, joy, intoxicated or otherwise, is contagious.

It didn't happen.

In fact, there were so few tables this year, I felt cheated out of my weekly Wednesday nap. AND my head started doing the tango. Not a pretty feeling, mind. The water apparently got cut thanks to some idiot holding back the monthly water bill and I had to wash mugs and cups by hand manually, a.k.a. without running water save for what is poured out of the bucket. Have you ever tried washing glasses with one hand while the other hand pours? It sucks! And some wench uses bloody cheap lipstick that sticks to the rim in an inch thick grime (admittedly exaggerated, but it might as well be an inch thick with the way it stuck to glass and fingers)!

And I missed Ghost in the Shell: SAC 2nd Gig. Worse, the last three minutes I caught was in Japanese. I love the Japanese seiyuu, but I can't very well understand them without subtitles. Note: NO subtitles were provided. And it was the same yesterday. AAAAAAAAAAARGH!