You're only as crazy as I think you are.

So I woke up at 9:08 AM. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, except that I generally leave for my algebra class at 9:30 so I'm there early and have the best pick of the seats. :| I got dressed, emerged with pillow creases still on my face, and realized that I couldn't find my calculator. Five minutes of frantic searching later, I gave it up as lost and headed for class.

It was only when I got to class that I realized I'd forgotten my room key and dorm pass, as well as my cell phone, on my desk. But whatever, I had roommates to let me in, right? So I flipped through my algebra notes -- I knew this stuff! -- for a few minutes before the professor handed out the exam.

The minute the professor handed out the exam, my mind went blank. I couldn't remember a single formula or method. I improvised my way through the majority of the problems, but there were still several I left unanswered. I'll be lucky if I get a 50. Afterwards, I planned to meet up with one of my roommates after my second class so she could let me in.

I headed off to Italian office hours, convinced that it was the start of the worst day I'd had in recent years. The professor gave me the exam [yeah, another] and asked if I minded music, but it appeared that his TA had disappeared with his boom box. And then? And then? Something happened that may or may not have negated the shitty start to my day: the guy who I've had trouble not ogling, whenever I see him on campus, for over a year walks in with the radio and starts speaking rapid Italian with the professor. Dude, I could've died.

My second class went off without a hitch, and in fact we were let out a few minutes earlier than scheduled, which was cool. I made my way back toward the dorm, where I asked one of my roommates to meet me -- and she wasn't there. In a moment of genius, I walked in the direction of the building where she had her class... and saw her walking in the opposite direction with another of my roommates. Awesome, right?

After catching up with them and parting ways with the other roommate, we went for the door. As it turned out, she didn't have her pass on her, either. :| We caught a lucky break, though, in that we followed some guy into the dorm, and the RA was there to let us in. Three of us, I later discovered, out of four had forgotten our passes, when generally we all remember them.

I seriously wanted to just crawl into bed until it was tomorrow.