It started with a dream. At first the dream was nice. I dreamt I bought an old farmhouse, a southern one sitting on blocks, to restore. I got some pets, at first tiny puppies, that became some kind of pet rodent that really peed - like rivers. Suddenly there were a few youths at the summer porch door asking to borrow any camping gear I had. I told them I didn't remember any, and suddenly the summer porch is filled with angry youths who find 2 sleeping bags I forgot (In real life we had them, but they have fallen apart from age/use). The youths are angry and start tearing apart my house. Literally ripping boards off the roof, stealing wiring, etc. I got a phone call from someone blaming me for the violence because I wouldn't give them the sleeping bags so her cousin could join them camping.

I woke up throwing my cell phone across the room. The phone still works, but unfortunately my cell phone case is also my wallet. I found my driver's license and medical card. No idea where my bank card or student id went though.

About an hour and a half before the end of my shift I was sent to another branch to get a car. We passed a nasty accident, that had just happened, involving a semi. that was sideways over the jersey barrier. I got off work 20 minutes late and stupidly decided to take the highway because it's faster. An hour and a half is enough time to clean up an accident right? Nope. Two lanes of the highway were closed, so 20 minutes to go 1 mile. The driver of the SUV behind me was usually giving me enough space. But every now and then he/she would get a phone call and would stop too close. I started stopping on the shoulder - kind of woke the driver up to the danger of cell calls in stop and go traffic when you're behind a motorcycle. I get out of the jam and nearly hit someone behind me who tried to pass me on the right (guess I wasn't going fast enough).

So much later we're heading to my husband's plumbing cardiologist (their terms), I've got my bike because the doctor is half way to class and I had my final tonight (aced it). I sit down in the office, and set my helmet on the chair next to me (don't like it on the floor, don't want icky stuff on it to get in my hair), and the saddle bags beside me. I proceed to review for my exam, when the door opens and this very large middle age woman (close to three of me) huffs in, picks up my helmet, kicks my saddle bags and plops in the chair before dropping my helmet in my lap. The only thing that stopped me from defending myself was realizing we're in a cardiologist office, she's probably a patient, and her heart is probably too weak for her to walk any further.

After the appointment I headed to campus to study. I'm working hard when one of my classmates comes in. She's the one that everyone dreads....The type that side rails the lectures on minor points. The one who asks all kinds of minor questions and keeps asking about it until the professor asks the student to ask that during office hours. She starts to ask me questions about the exam - so I lied and said I was taking my last chapter test for another course.

Very glad the strange day is over.