A few days ago I had to give a presentation, and I calmed myself, ready to do a good job, until after the second PowerPoint slide- then I noticed I started shaking for some stupid reason. That upset me, so then I started talking fast. Screw you, nerves.
I felt better afterward, because I got a 95% A as my final grade for English 150. And she gave me 100% on my bad presentation.
Granted, my smile faded once I got to my van, ready to go home for the weekend. A four-inch layer cake of snow and ice coated it. As a Michigander, the disgrace of not owning a ice/snow scraper in my van set in as I spent the next 17 minutes fighting it off by hand. Just trying to get my bags in was tough, because all of my doors froze shut over the past week. The worst of it being the hatch on the back. I tried to open it with no luck. I thought it was all good until I started driving and the door light came on, indicating my feeble attempts opened it just enough
but not enough to be able to close it. So I had to waste another 10 minutes getting that cleared up so I could properly open and close it. By the end of this all, yes, I was lightly dusted in white.
I did get home safe, nonetheless. Opening my front door to a hyper little mutt is heartwarming, truly. Springing up to reach me, with his shining beady eyes full of excitement
Moose, you slay me.
But tomorrow, I go back, to finish a drawing and all the other projects I shirked.