What a day!

Woke up, ate breakfast, put on grownup face, dealt with traffic ticket, came home, took off grownup makeup, went running in snow (Practical? No. Fun? Yes), did wind sprints in gym, probably weirded out maintenance guy in gym. Decided not to care. Jogged home.

Packed things, unpacked things, repacked things, put pasta on to boil, loaded car, dropped basil, swore a little, crammed final items into car, heated up spaghetti sauce, took out trash, grabbed pasta, brought final bags to car, locked door, adjusted packing in car, drove to brother's dorm.

Got honked at. Wondered where pasta was. Slowly realized where pasta was. Drove slowly.

Arrived at dorm. Saw brother's puzzled face. Pointed towards roof of car. Received acknowledgment. Retrieved pasta from roof of car, discovered it had cooled to perfect consumption temperate. Ate pasta. Proclaimed it delicious.

Drove to St. Louis with no further hilarity. Rolled eyes at self and day in general.