Ever want to shake someone really hard?
I guess in reality, I should be more appreciative or something like that, but seriously, it's slightly unpleasant when someone approaches you and says, "Hey, you want a ride to the place you're going instead of taking a train? Okay, when do you need to be there?" And so you tell them, and then they say okay.
...Except for after that, they come into your room at six and say, "Hey! Um, wanna go to breakfast! I can't sleep anymore. Oh, yeah, we'll go to breakfast and leave at seven so you'll be there at like, eight."
But wait! I had to be there at ten because Mel ended up staying the night at Max's on the couch, and she needs ample time to leave (lest we battle to the death or some other fantastical occurance that Max is convinced of)! Oh no! I guess it's too bad, now. It's eight thirty, so I don't really have much of a choice. I'll be there slightly after nine... This is going to be terrible.
Anyway, wish me luck.
