My aim was noble tonight: I drove to the funeral home to go to a student's father's visitation. Nobody was at the funeral home, at least no one living. Then, I got lost coming home because I reasoned I'd just ask the people at the funeral home directions. Next, I had a bizarre conversation with an African at the Whitewater Center. I swear to God a road was missing, which made a reliable conversationalist. He patronized me, and I'm never in the mood to be patronized, especially tonight. He told me to be quiet. When I finally reached the belt loop, my gas light went on. Yes, I had ten miles or so until I was completely empty. I had four-tenths of a gallon to spare when I reached the gast station. But, I came home to sirloin and Shiraz. This sequence of snaffus made me appreciate normalcy. Yay, normal!
I can some up day in a single incident: I lost my lunch. How does one lose her lunch?
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