What a weird, weird morning.

On Mondays and Wednesdays, Mike and I have a class at 11 in the morning, so we usually carpool. I set my alarm to wake me up at 9, and he usually gets to my house around 10, and this remarkable system has worked for the past two weeks.

So today, I wake up look at the clock, which says 10:45. I think, that’s silly! My clock’s supposed to go off at nine! What a silly dream I’m having! Oh man!

I go back to sleep for another thirty seconds, wake up, and proceed to freak out. Why didn’t my alarm go off? Did Mike come by and leave? Why doesn’t my phone show any missed calls? Where the hell is Mike?

I’m about to call Mike and beginning to think (see: desperately hope) that this is a most elaborate prank being pulled on me, when the phone starts ringing in my hand, and when I pick up, one Michael Rossetti whimper-grunts: “Chaaaarlie? Wheeere aaare yoou?“

Apparently, Mike’s alarm had gone off, but he had slept through it. For an hour. Insert some reference to Murphy’s Laws.

After we briskly agree to just blaze to school and meet in class, I slap some clothes on (literally, I put my arm through my jacket sleeve so fast I slapped myself) and take all the speedbumps on Adolphia Road as quickly as my poor old truck can handle.

I get to the classroom, poke my head inside, and the classroom is empty. As Mike said, “I thought I frickin’ stepped into the Twilight Zone or something.” I very gingerly close the door, and on it is an orange announcement that says:

What a weird, weird morning.

I thought that this whole zany chain of events was a prelude to something bigger that would happen later in the day, like I’d win a car or meet Richard Simmons*. Sadly, what happened was I came on here and wrote an entry.

Meh. Maybe I’ll get attacked by frightened coconuts tomorrow.

*It has come to the attention of several curious girlfriends, friends, and readers that I have a rather cuuurious obsession with Richard Simmons. Is it hate? Love? Desire to reach such a nirvana of sweatiness? None of the above; the guy just freaks me out. In a funny way. Teehee. Lay off!