Trashy

While most people do stupid stuff while they're drunk, I do stupid stuff when I'm tired.

And stupid in my case means cleaning. That doesn't sound dumb, does it? Well it is. Because when I clean and I'm not thinking straight, things end up in funny places. I mostly just shove everything under my bed, make a pile of recyclables, throw scraps of random stuff out, and put the "important" documents that I'm most likely never going to look at again in my drawer.

But when I'm tired, sometimes things end up in the wrong place... like my Express card, which gives me food...

I texted Natalie and asked her if she wanted to go to the MP, and of course I couldn't find my card! So after spending about half an hour demolishing my room, I went down to the front desk and the MP to ask if they had it, and neither of them did. And I came back to my room and had to contemplate. What the heck did I do with it? And my eyes fell on the trash can.

No way, I thought to myself. But I had to check, didn't I? I literally ripped my room apart looking for it, so the card couldn't be anywhere else. But what if my roommate walks in on me? I've already been telling her to "go to her grave" in my sleep (which is another entire story) and the last thing I need is for her to think I'm eating out of the garbage or something. 

Lo and behold! I threw my card in the trash. And so began the series of uncomfortable explanations to the girl at the front desk and the guy who checks us in at the MP.

For the record, dinner wasn't particularly scrump (shout out to Tarny!) last night, so my excitement was pointless.

Happy October!