Jackie. Extraordinaire!

I have this thing - it's been going on for several years - where I have lousy Tuesdays. Like Arthur Dent from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy who "never could get the hang of Thursdays," I don't ever seem to manage to get through an entire Tuesday without something going slightly wrong. Now, this isn't to say that I'm immune to misfortune during the other days of the week. For example, the saddest day of my life, I remember, was definitely a Thursday. And the spider-in-the-mouth incident occurred, I'm pretty sure, on a weekend. No, on Tuesdays, it's usually just a bunch of little things that go just a little bit amiss, and they all add up into one wacky, off-beat day. Today was particularly weird, and I'd like to recount my minor mishaps.

• I began the day by staying awake until 2:30 AM, doing not much beyond lying backwards on my bed thinking about nothing with my lights on. Very productive.
• I slept in, obviously, when the alarm went off.
• I put on my underwear inside-out. Of course, I didn't notice until hours later.
• While wearing only one boot, I suddenly remembered a book I'd forgotten to put in my backpack, so I tripped on the stairs running back to get it.
• I didn't check my pocket to make sure my keys were inside before locking the door and stepping outside. Of course, it's the first day I've ever forgotten to put them in.
• Standing beside my car, I came to the realization that my car keys were attached to the rest of my keys, which were inside my house, which was now locked.
• I walked through the two inches of snow that had fallen the night before to get to school. Apparently Danielle passed me in her car on the way, but (understandably) didn't recognize me because 1) I had my hood up, and 2) thought "why on earth would Jackie be walking when she has a car?"
• I arrived in class twenty minutes late. I disrupted everything because there was no chair in the place I usually sit and I had to lift one over the table. Or else stand. In the front row.
• I completely forgot to study for the quiz I had in my second class until fifteen minutes before that class began. This quiz was the reason I had run up to get the book that made me forget my keys in the first place. The only reason I remembered at all was because I was telling Carling the story and had gotten to the part about remembering the book.
• I couldn't get a ride home when that class ended, not that it would have mattered anyway because neither of my roommates were home to let me in.

I ended up staying on campus for a full twelve hours because of this today, but really, I'm surprisingly chipper about it. I went to the library for five of those hours and got a pile of work done (which I never would have finished at home), which means I'll have a little more time to relax over Easter weekend with my family. So sometimes good things happen on Tuesdays along with the bad. They're not all terrible, just always a little zany.