Firstly, I awoke super early (7am!) to go to college. Then I 'remembered' that college didn't start until 12 O'Clock. Unfortunately, I didn't realise this until I'd already got dressed, so going back to bed wasn't really on the cards.
Next, I thought I'd catch an earlier train into college. This would give me plenty of time to find out which room I was supposed to be in. Turned out that even the reception ladies were having a hard time finding out where I should be, because my exams weren't until 2:30. That was when I remembered I'm usually in at 2pm on a Tuesday.
Deciding I had 3 hours to kill in a town where old ladies hog the streets like a brigade of Orcs, I thought it would be a good idea to go get a stamp from the post office, on pension day.
Happy that I had seemingly just walked into Mordor for a stamp (cue geek appreciation), I posted my letter. Then I waited. I don't know what I was waiting for, but I think it was for some kind of confirmation that the box had in fact received my letter and was dealing with it as fast as possible.
I spent the rest of my newly found free time partaking in some tasty times at The Wooly Sheep, which involved outrageous beads and Kelly (a fellow bar wench) getting very sticky. A good time was had by all, except Kelly's balls, which got pierced.
Then I went and passed some exams and spent time at work etc, only to head off home and realise I now needed to wake my mum from a deep slumber, because I had forgotten my keys.
And now, I thought it a good idea to stay up until 1:30am writing about my lack of brains, when I'm up at 7am.
Pure Genius.
