Off to a good start

I woke up this morning, determined to be motivated and optimistic despite this weekend's football woes. Danielle left early to class, so I got up and did a little reading on John Curtis, provo mayoral candidate, to prepare for the guest lecture for my 9:00 class. I realized I was running out of time, so I shaved and hopped in the shower. I got out and saw that it was nearly 8:45 and that I still hadn't packed a lunch for Danielle as I had promised. I whipped up a couple quick pulled pork sandwiches with meat leftover from Dasxon's mission homecoming dinner. I smelled it and remembered that I hadn't eaten any breakfast, but I had no time as it took 10 speed-walk minutes to get to campus.

After gulping some O.J. straight from the jug, I ran out the door and decided to try out Tobin's bike he left in Provo, for the first time. As I started to pull the bike out to hop on it and take off, I saw that the back tire was flat. Plan B. I ran up the stairs and took off on foot, trying to move speedily, but wearing sandals made it difficult. I managed to make it up the South Stairs in 7 minutes, grateful that I hadn't eaten any breakfast, for it would have surely ended up duck food. I then reached for my backpack, only to discover that it was not bulging out where the tupperware sandwhich container should have been. All that work, and here is was, 9:03 and I didn't even have the lunch to show for my sacrifice.

I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, so I just did neither and walked into the SWKT in attempt to slip into class without being noticed by the honorary lecture guest. As I slipped in I discovered it was not my class, and then it sunk in: my class doesn't start till 9:30 on Mondays.
Lame. And I'm still hungry.