College is awesome.
It still has bad times.
This morning is one of them,
but the rest of the day doesn't need to be.

Went to bed late.
Got up early.
Nearly slept late.
Didn't.

Took laundry to elevator;
can't walk with the bag.
Elevator full of trash;
took the stairs.

Resigned myself to pay
the extra dollar for the extra machine;
waited so long to do laundry,
it wouldn't fit in less.

Dealt with the sticky detergent,
all at 7:40 AM.
Swiped my card to finish--
and nothing happened.

My clothes are just sitting.
Dirty.
Roommate swiped her card.
Nothing.

Back to fourth floor.
Waited for the phone to ring
to meet someone for breakfast.
Finally realized we were just going to meet--
no call involved.

Rushed to the dining hall to try to catch him for a couple minutes.

I wasn't sure if he'd still be there. It'd probably be easier if I hadn't seen him at all. I don't know. His bike wasn't there, but there's no reason to bike unless you have classes immediately afterward. As I walked in, though, and fumbled my ID card out, I looked out through the front glass and saw him walking away, a still shot in profile of him glancing out toward my dorm. I just missed him. And then... I would have felt like a complete jerk if there'd been the slightest tinge of malice, if it had been anything other than me being entirely stupid. I wouldn't have worried about the washers, about getting up too early, about not feeling great, about not studying for the test yet... Just for two minutes to talk to him. It sounds stupid, but I could have laughed it off somehow. I could have blown it off and taken all my laundry upstairs with me to do at some undisclosed later date. As things are now, it's the capstone to everything that feels like it's going so wrong this morning. If only I knew I was spending all my bad luck now to make up for it with the chem test.

God, grant me the peace of mind to accomplish this morning those things which must be done to fulfill your plan in my life.