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so sunday, mondays and tuesdays tend to be quite busy for me. long stretches of time at work and school with little rest, sleep or gym time in between. so monday in particular, with a big project due in class and then immediately to work until two in the morning, is one thing…but then to have to get up and go into my middle school for the first part of my student teaching all day on tuesday is another. i need to literally get home from work monday night, sleep, get up and go to school. and that’s fine. i know this is going to be a lot of work. but when things don’t go as planned…

so imagine how pissed off i was when i discovered i grabbed the wrong set of keys when i took the pooch for a walk after i got home from the bar at 2:30 in the morning. i always make sure i have my keys. i never lock the apartment door, but i need my key fob to get into the building. AND as i walk to the elevator i always check my pockets to make sure i have my keys. last night, i just had the wrong keys.

so after delia does her business, i notice i don’t have the right set of keys. i think i can just call up from the front door and mikey will buzz us in.

except guess who sleeps with ear plugs? mikey. and guess who turned the ringer off on the phone in the bedroom? mikey. and guess who shut the door to the bedroom when he came home making it virtually impossible for mikey to hear the phone unless he was actually in living room? me. and finally, let’s take a guess whose really at fault here. is it mikey? well, not exactly. is it delia? i told her it was but it’s not really. yes, i get it! it’s me. when it comes down to it neither mikey nor delia made me grab the wrong keys.

but that doesn’t mean i can’t pretend that they didn’t. i need somewhere to focus my anger, people.

so after calling up from the door for 30 or so minutes to no avail, it was getting cold, i knew i had to be up soon anyway and since i had my bar keys on me, i walked delia over four block to jrs (and she was just have a grand ol’ time! What’s this? An extra long walk in the wee hours of the night? ooh what’s that? that’s not a squirrel! i want to kill it anyway! how come everyone out here looks like they’re homeless? i’ll put on my best angry face to show them whose boss!).

i was able to get some work done, even though delia (who’s only been to the bar once or twice before) was antsy and her lil dog heart was just going a mile a minute. i watched some tv shows online. i was not about to try to sleep in my office in the basement. i know what crawls around in there when i’m awake and at least then i can kill whatever it is.

but i knew i would just die in the middle of the day today if i did not somehow get some sleep before going to school in the morning. so i called again. and again. and again again again again again again again again again again again….about twenty more times. FINALLY mikey picks up. he must have gotten up to get some water or something and finally heard the phone. it was now almost five in the morning.

needless to say, i did finally make it home where mikey had trouble buzzing me in for whatever reason which was annoying because he kept saying “call up again” and i kept saying “just come down here and open the goddamn door”.