You could get some spiritual insight out of this or something, but anyways, the Toilet Clogger of the house was at work again so I had to go use Ananda's bathroom in the wee hours of the night. It's kindof embarrassing, especially when I'm afraid she might be asleep, so sometimes I avoid switching the lights on...
Anyways, the last such occasion after I washed my hands in the dark, I could not see the door. All right, I thought, I'm smart, I know how to do this. So I held my arms straight out and walked toward the door—there was no way I would miss it if it were in front of me, and I knew it was still open so if I walked right in the middle there was no way I would hit it!
CLONK! Inside scream: “Aiiii! Mi nariz! (My nose!)” Apparently a door can fit between your arms (there is this gap that makes room for your torso) and I hit it right in the center so my nose got acquainted with it.
Might have shouted if it were daylight, but I had to keep my dignity since Ananda was probably asleep next door.
Dream #11—Worst. Dream. Ever.
Right before I woke up, I dreamed I was just going to bed, pulling up the covers and—
The alarm goes off.
Good morning.
Dream #11 Analysis: Going to sleep is one of my favorite parts of the day. I wouldn't mind having a dream about going to bed in the middle of night... just not in the morning. It made me feel cheated.
The Car Creeper
I have been able to have sole use of the car for some periods of this summer. One of those days, I was just getting out of work, and I noticed something bad: the license plate was askew.
I stared in disbelief. I was positive it hadn't been like that when James had given me the car. Oh my goodness, what had I done?
I couldn't remember hitting anything. I swear I would've noticed if I hit something that bent the license plate half off the car! How could this happen!? What would I do!? James was gonna kill me! He's all hyped about car care and stuff like that and while I was thinking all this rubbing my forehead in frustration, I notice that someone is staring at me.
Inside the car.
He's got his mouth open in one of those disbelieving, what the heck is wrong with you? Expressions, or one of those expressions students give to teachers when the teachers say things that are embarrassingly stupid.
And then I realize—oh, this is his car! I laugh out loud and say something like, “Sorry, wrong car!” and hurry off to my own. Wow. I wonder if he thought I was thinking about robbing his car or something...
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