Adventuring.

I hate mornings, especially when I don't know what time I'm going to be woken up at. Today it was at 9:30 after I went to bed around 4-ish. I had to catch the bus to Davis in about 15 minutes.
It was like Die Hard.
I had to run through my house looking for what could slightly resemble presentable clothing and something to clip my hurr back. And then grab all my junk plus unravel the secret hiding place to get out the 155 dollah, dollah bills for A.
I made it. And I felt like death. I had a sweater on because I couldn't remember if I had a bra on or not ( Thankfully I did), ran into Crazy Mike waiting for the bus, almost cracked my skull open because I didn't hold onto anything as the bus barreled down the path to Davis-and then finally made it and had to wait 20 minutes for S. to get there.
I gave her the money, pulled down her dress like a good grandma because she was just showing too much leg, wished her luck in getting A.'s whatever, and congratulated her on getting the new job all in one fell swoop.
And then leapt back onto a bus, got home-and meet H.'s crew. And they are having breakfast now and I am typing this. They were supposed to make me an egg over easy, but it's alright. I'm going to go back to sleep, forever probably. And if not I'll wake up in an hour and a half and have my own egg/ maple sausage and toast extravaganza. Like how I planned it out at 4 a.m.