Woke up this morning, and although I am off for 2 weeks, have to get up and go into uni for a 1.5 hour catch up class, as I missed it when I was off with Noro.
So get into uni 10 minutes early as its a lab. Go to the lab. Nope. No-one there. Go to floor 7 labs. Nope, no-one there either, check floor 5 just in case. Walk down 7 flights of stairs to lecture theatre. Lights are off. Turn lights on. Check timetable. Begin to panic as it definitely says Tuesday 29th April, 9am, skills labs. Aseptic Technique catch up.
Start walking back up to the labs. Maybe someone will be there by now. Panic most definitely setting in. Check phone 8:58. Shit. Going to be late. Start to run. Check phone again. 8:59. Look at stairs. 7 flights or the lift. Lift time could take ages. Oh shit Oh shit. Flip phone up to try and work out if I really am late late or just late. Stairs or lift? Stairs or lift. Shit shit shit shit...Hey....
Notice the date. Twenty feckin' second. Not the 29th. I'm a week early. Idiot.
Return home having wasted £2.60 on bus fare. Make porridge for breakfast. Plan dinner. Kick self for being unable to remember dates.
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