Hidden Musings, Recited Tales

signs that i am stressed:

i pay for parking this morning and walk away with the dashboard ticket in my hand. didn't even notice until my friend said, "isn't that supposed to be in your car?" we are in the classroom at this point, so i drop off my stuff, tell the teacher and am walking out the door to get to my car. as i am exiting, i hear my name, and another friend asks, "aren't you going to need your keys to get into your car?" yep... left them on the desk with all my stuff.

later that same day... i go into a different class and the teacher begins explaining the final assignment. she has the paper divided into "chapters." goes on for some length about chapter 5. not 10 minutes later, she is into her lecture, and says how we really should go home and do chapter 5 using what we are talking about, and i, being thoroughly confused, raise my hand and ask what book the chapter is in.

even later that same day... i got to my car which is parked in what ty calls "launch position." i think, oh good, i don't have to back my car out of the space, and immediately put my car in reverse and almost hit the person behind me.