Dazed and Confused

It's Saturday morning and I am blessed to have bedroom with no sound insulation from the outside resting next to the garage. Wake up call 5 o'clock. Dazed and confused I wander through the piles of assignments, past papers and textbooks and kick my big toe one of the chairs.

Big Toe: One of the digits of a vertebrate OR furniture detector

Fuck.

Today I was supposed to be introduced to my potential student's mother and discuss lesons and what not and what happens is there is a no show at my house from 9 o'clock. Three hours pass and still no one? Time to play games.

Meanwhile, back at another house on my street the guy is knocking on someone elses door for 10 minutes.

I only find this out later when I log back onto MSN. Talk about miscommunication. He missed a digit when looking for my address. First he asked me where I was in the morning, telling me how he knocked on the door and pressed the doorbell and no one answered the door. I think, "Shit, I must have completely ignored him thinking he was a salesman."

Me> "## _____ Street right?"
Him> "Err not # _____ Street?"

Ew.