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Penned In

I had a dream last night that I was locked in a car with a rabid dog. I found it sleeping and hurt on the side of the road, so I put it in my car to take it to the vet. On the way, it woke up and attempted to maul me. The locks on my car wouldn't work at all. There was a lot of bleeding and screaming. I woke up pulling my own hair.

This morning I attempted to get all of my study materials together for my last full day before the three-in-a-row. Everything was fine, outlines in order, tabs in place, but then I noticed that my pen was gone. My amazing, magical blue Pilot EasyTouch pen. It may look ghetto, but it is hands down the best pen I've ever had. So light, so smooth, so crisp. (If you're planning to act on this endorsement, note this: the EasyTouch variety of pen is only good in blue; the black is not nearly as smooth, and the ink seems different--thinner, almost. Like it's trying too hard). I couldn't find the pen anywhere, and I immediately concluded that the loss of my pen, coupled with being mauled by a rabid Doberman in my sleep, did not a good start to the day make. Things were not looking good.

But when I went to get one last book out of my car before walking to the coffeehouse, I saw my blue pen lying, fortuitously, on the ground next to my car. So, the moral of the story is: Life sucks right now, but at least I have a good pen. I guess it could be worse.

posted by Bekah at 10:10 AM :: |