This was my night:
3:14 a.m.
BEEP
I get up and wander around room looking for pants.
BEEP
Turn off speakers on computer (the computer isn't even on, but god the Beeping is loud).
BEEP
Unplug printer/scanner from wall.
BEEP
Stare at smoke detector trying to decide if that's where it's coming from.
BEEP
Keep staring, wonder what to do, it's the middle of the night.
BEEP
Hope parents will wake up and come fix it, lie in fetal position...just hoping.
BEEP
No luck.
BEEP
Go to parents room, press ear against door, knock quietly -- no answer.
BEEP
Open door just a crack and get mowed down by Molly the Satanic Dog who thinks it's Middle of the Night Playtime.
BEEP
"Mom...Dad...my room is beeping."
BEEP
My dad goes "Alright...I'm up...what's going on...what beeping? I don't smell a fire? Is there a fire? What beeping?"
BEEP
"I think the battery is dead or something."
BEEP
Dad gets ladder out of garage and blearily takes 9V battery out of smoke detector which also has a little extra power storage thingie in it to let it beep after the battery is out.
I say "Why can't they just let us take out the battery and have it be quiet?"
Dad: "Because then people would take the batteries out and not use their smoke detectors" (Leave it to him to be the voice of reason at 3:30 a.m.)
Me: "But we're smart...we wouldn't do that...."
Dad: "That's what a lot of extra crispy people said too."
BEEP...BEep...Beep...beep...b e e p....
When all is said and done it is 3:31 a.m. and I can't go back to sleep, so I read another chapter in my trashy romance novel and finally fall back to sleep only to dream about EFFING FINANCIAL AID. Oh god, will the pain never end?
There will be another installment of "How Financial Aid Ruined My Life and Forced Me to Become a Two-Dollar Whore to Pay for Law School" upcoming soon...I'm waiting for them to email me back today and tell me just how bad they've screwed me over (and from them, I probably won't even get the two bucks, those bastards). Fun!
The bright spot of the day is that I cancelled my truck reservation with evil U-haul and got a reservation through Budget, a company that will actually guarantee that you will have a truck on the morning you need it if you reserve one ahead of time -- imagine that!?! So, Friday is move all the stuff from the storage unit and my parent's attic into the truck day, and Saturday at the crack of dawn I head back to TVPNM to start another fabulous year of law school.
