For you, my demanding fans

I feel like Monica in that Friends episode where she makes some candy for her neighbors, as a friendly gesture, and in return, they all harass her for more candy for the remainder of the episode. (It’s called The One with All the Candy, if you want to watch it. Or, call me up, and I’ll recite it pretty much verbatim.)

Anyway, I really appreciate your harassment. Truly, I’m flattered. And in response to your threats, I’m here again to tell you about the minutiae of my day.

I had a bug-free breakfast with Grandma and Sandy, and then I listened to Pandora all day long, while working on an assignment for work. Yes, I already have an assignment! How cool am I?

Then, I went to a meeting for work – not because my important presence was required at said meeting, but because it was an opportunity for me to shadow another staff member and meet people.

This staff member picked me up for the meeting around 5, and when she did, it was drizzling outside, so I dashed to the car to avoid letting my new hair become frizzy. (I got a hair cut yesterday.)

As I slid into the safety of the car and slammed the door shut, I patted at my hair like a princess and reveled in my victory. Then, as we began driving along, I felt myself still being rained on. 

Instant panic.

I glanced around and saw a stream of water flowing into the car through a small space by the door. The stream of water was landing perfectly on my skirt and splashing the rest of me as it did so.

Seeing this, I reacted with a jolt, unable to maintain my composure in the face of such disaster. We considered stopping for some paper towels, but I decided to be a hero and forgo such a sensible solution. Instead, I spent the car ride leaning sharply in her direction, planting my hand in the path of the stream and redirecting the water elsewhere.

After the meeting, I came home, famished, and fixed myself dinner – a bowl of Special K Chocolatey Delight cereal and two pieces of toast with Nutella. (I know. I was too hungry to think about nutrition. I just started eating.)

I move to D.C. on Sunday! Omigod, you guys.