The longest day [was yesterday (good thing I didn't ran out of cigarrettes)]

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Its 5:43 pm, I'm at ASU since 9:15 am, I just want to go home, this hasn't been my day.
Started out pretty good but by the time I was done teaching and getting ready to go to my classes everything turned upside down:
I haven't eaten anything since this morning.
I couldn't find a place in the parking lot so I'm parked in one of those 2 hours parking lots, running every 2 hours to put more money so I don't get a ticket. Well after spilling my entire hot has hell coffee (burned my hand and I never got to taste even a zip of it) around 3:20 pm I ran to the parking lot to put more money on the thing and it wasn't working. I didn't have enough change to get more 2 hours so I'm screwed now, probably I'm getting a big ass ticket for that, but since I just twisted my ancle I refuse to run there again and check it out... I'm just gonna wait until is 6 pm and move the car someplace else.
I'm beyond tired right now, my ancle hurts, I probably got a ticket (did I metion I'm broke right now?) which I will have to pay, I'm hungry and I can't go home until after 9:30 pm tonite because I still have one more class to attend to...
and to think every Wednesday is going to be like this....
this is the longest day of my life...

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