"Save me from those therrible prongs!"

Well, after Wednesday's little fiasco with my car door, I was ready to have a day with less stress and excitement yesterday. It was not to be. I'll make a long story short and simply say that I locked my keys in my car. I have NEVER locked my keys in my car, and suspiciously, I did this the very day after having to pry back the locking mechanism in my door? What are the odds of that?!? (1 in 3) After several hours spent figuring it out, I finally found a friend of mine who helped me break into my car. Yes....break into... my car! If the superstition is true and bad things really do come in threes....I'm absolutely terrified as to what's next. I think my car's out to get me. =D

One of those days....

Well....I've had a morning! Any of you who have been in Sexson's classes that I have attended know that I NEVER miss a day of class. The fact that I missed today is really upsetting.

After waking up rather late and reluctantly, I managed to get everything together and set off for school with enough time to make it to class....or so I thought. I drove to my favorite lot (just behind the art building) thinking there would be, as there usually are, multiple spots available. I was wrong. I circled the lot for a while....circled the next one.....and then the one even farther than that one....nothing. Well, I thought, I'll just have to park waaaaaay out there (practically off campus) and book it to class. After finally finding a parking spot (more like beating two GIANT trucks who were tailing me to the punch), I, quite naturally got out of my car and shut the door. SLAM. .....SLAM. Yep. It wouldn't shut.

The locking mechanism in the door frame was jammed down (probably due to this lovely cold snap). I had no tools with me. I tried prying it up with a key, some loose change, even some scrap metal I had rolling around in the trunk. Nothing. But in the process I managed to cut open a recent nick in my hand. Now I was getting fed up. So I called a network of friends....all of whom were either in class or didn't have a screwdriver with them to help pry it open. Understandable. Who carries a screwdriver around... just in case? After this I may be one of them. Well, no one from campus police was available, and I didn't think triple A would be much help. It was time to take matters into my own hands.

I had a length of rope in the trunk, so I decided to attempt to tie my door shut and make it home where I would have SOMETHING to help me pry that latch up. I hope that I made at least a few people laugh as I drove home, rope looped around the left side mirror then tied through the door latch, and around the drivers seat. But it worked! After the perilous, and perhaps a bit ludicrous, journey home, I was finally able to pull my car into the garage. I heated up the metal with the help of my handy blowdryer (lifesaver in all situations), and with a few hits of a screwdriver I was in business. I looked at my phone and.......yep. Class was just now letting out.

So that is why I was absent from class this morning....to my deepest regret. However, I now know how to tie my door shut quite nicely (if ever the need arises). Can't think of any other scenario where it might.

Sleeeeeeep........

After heading home for some much needed rest and relaxation.....(let's face it, sleep-deprivation must catch up with us SOMETIME..), I took the time to check in on facebook. My sister-in-law posted this link to a blog I think the class would enjoy. We talk a lot about dreams and the act of dreams. We also talk about language and how we have used it in a way that imposes order on its chaotic nature. After reading this blog, I could not stop laughing (I'd like to think this has nothing to do with the aforementioned sleep-deprivation). What had me, and my sister, in stitches was a blog written by the wife of a man who talks in his sleep. Every day she posts another gem from the mind of this madman. They are brilliantly amusing and something of a low-brow cousin of the language in Finnegan's Wake. I've posted the link here for you to enjoy.

The second link I'm posting is to an audio podcast of a sleepwalking comedian, Mike Birbiglia. On this website you can access a free download from The Moth original podcast. Mike tells the story of several events that occurred while he was actually sleeping. This is yet another low-brow version of the blurring of the lines between dream reality and physical reality, as well as the nature of dreams themselves. His story is absolutely HILARIOUS, and I would greatly recommend it to anyone who needs a good laugh. =)

And the Page is.....Drum Roll Please....

Just a quick note. I have decided that the page from Finnegan's Wake that I will be working with is page 457. I opened the book up to this passage one day, and, though I had intended on choosing another passage, this particular passage has its hooks in me and I have no choice but to follow it.

I will be memorizing from the line that starts "--Meesh, meesh, yes, pet. We were too happy." until it seems natural to break off.