divine angst

I already know this is going to be a bad day.

How do I know this?

Because despite getting up early to finish my reading and get stuff done before I left the house, despite leaving the house with plenty of time to get to school, despite dressing nicely today instead of in baggy jeans and sneakers, I managed to lock my purse inside my apartment. I am left without phone, transit pass, keys, wallet, chapstick, you name it.

I do have my computer and books, fat lot of good those do me. I spent a few minutes crouching on our porch and using our wireless to send text messages from t-mobile.com, and then my toes began to get cold. I finally found a place that’s open at this hour and I’m sitting, poaching internet from somewhere, waiting for Mr. Angst to get home from the thing he’s at this morning and let me back into our apartment so I can go to school.

You know, most mornings, he’d still be at home right now and this wouldn’t be a problem. So of course I would choose TODAY, the day he left before 7, to lock myself out without any of the stuff that matters. Because the internet, while a wonderful and amazing thing, is no good when you really just need some money to take the bus or get a coffee. Or get yourself back into your apartment.