~Starting these day-by-day journals as a writing exercise, which might or might not be consistent.

I got home after work, tired. Low on energy, I do as I usually do, but I have to spare those details on account of legal issues. Anyways, energy, nom! Gimme. A lovely song played by Cage of Elephants while I dressed for school. I instantly decided that I needed some Djarum Cigars. I took this plan of action, and it wasn't until I was driving the opposite direction of my usual route to school that I figured out that I might not have enough time.

In all this, I tore open a little wound on my finger and desperately needed to bandage it before it could tear off and become a real painful problem. So I ask for a bandage along with Cigs, but no luck on the bandage. So I resolve to use the First Aid in my Jeep, a mandatory item for a vehicle, I beliieve.

The Icy-Hot apparently decorated the insides of my First Aid kit with an unprecedented snow. It seems it had busted open and created a delightful mess for my panic-race-morning to get to school.

Needless to say, I got myself a bandage and verged on the border of freaking out. So far into the morning, things weren't looking well. Not to mention, the traffic took on a mind of its own and somehow formed a grudge against me. Who knows what I did to piss a whole city full of traffic off to the point it barred my from my destination... I mean, it could have been anything, more than likely a long list to which the whole city's traffic grew tired of my shit.

I give up hope for making it to class for the quiz, a portion of my grade that I so desperately needed. I chill to the music and sing along in trippy-joy. I climb the stairs of my University, enter the classroom and notice people looking like they were studying.

I made it for the quiz, and wrote, gracefully, my answer to the question I prepared for so fervently two nights before.