arghh

1 hour, 43 minutes, and 50 seconds until i get to leave this building. fridays are so long...


weird moment of the week:

every morning, before i leave the teacher parking lot, i double-check that i have locked my car doors. i am paranoid about this. if i don't double- or triple-check that they are locked, i end up running out to the parking lot at the beginning of second period to check again. the point is, my doors are always locked.

which was why it was so odd when, yesterday afternoon, i opened my car door and saw a red and gray bird call sitting on my passenger seat, resting conspicuously on top of my denim shirt and case of CDs. i have never seen this item before. i am positive i do not own one. and i was pretty confident that it hadn't been there when i left my car in the morning. nor was there any way that it could have worked its way into my bag while at home and then fallen out in the car. there is no rational explanation for how it magically appeared in my front seat. i still have no earthly idea where it came from, and i'm still very weirded out by it, because it means that a) someone somehow broke into my car (without setting of the obnoxiously loud car alarm) with the sole purpose of leaving a bird call (of all things) and didn't steal anything, or b) i have completely lost my mind and am either imagining that the bird call exists or i have forgotten that i own it.

it's bizarre.