get me out of here

All signs point to ... being at home is dismal!

I stayed up later than I have in a long time watching the Yankees' drawn out, painful loss to the Angels and consequently overslept this morning. Not like I missed much -- it's been 50 degrees and pouring rain all day.

Having exhausted most options for things to do in my house (showering, breakfasting, picking out a nice winter sweater to wear, and reading Jane Austen), I set out for Southbury to run some errands. I shivered in my car as I deposited a paltry sum of $12 into my checking account, then headed off to CVS for some random things I needed. Unfortunately, at home I do not often have the luxury of running errands anonymously. The woman ringing me out knew my mother and recognized me from years and years ago. So someone who knows me peripherally is now aware of my everyday purchases, including the fact that I am stupid and shallow enough to spend money on the textbook-sized September issue of Vogue. Whatever, not a big deal, but she also, like every adult I meet around these parts, had the need to inquire about my post-college plans. I escaped as quickly as I could once that topic came up, and left in a considerably worsened mood.

Back in the car, I flipped idly through my magazine for a few minutes before starting the engine. Seconds after I put the key in the ignition, my ears were assaulted with this awful repeated honking noise. Temporarily disoriented, I soon realized it was coming from my car. The alarm is set to go off if the engine is started too long after the car doors are opened (are most cars like this? I don't know). I start backing out to see if the noise will stop after awhile but that's a stupid idea, because of course it won't (otherwise what's the point of the alarm?). I have to park in a new space, get out, lock the door and open it again for my car to finally shut up. It is pretty embarrassing because all these really old people in their luxury sedans driving by have started giving me dirty looks like I am some kind of heinous criminal disturbing the peace of their stuffy old person town.

Fed up, I go to Starbucks in hopes of forcing myself to study biology over coffee but I get there and see that all the tables are taken. ugh! that never even happens, only today, the day when I realize I must go back to school immediately before I become a miserable person.

ps, This month's Vogue features one of our very own '09 classmates, p. 802 if you want to check it out. It's about heiresses who aren't screwing up their lives Paris Hilton-style. congrats ...