at 9am, i woke to discover the alarm clock in my guest bedroom going off. this was confusing for a variety of reasons. it has the same annoying electronic beeeepbeeeepbeeeepbeeeepbeeeep noise as my own regular alarm, so when i initially rolled over, i was groggily wondering why on earth i would have stuffed my clock under a pillow, zipped it up in a duffel bag, cushioned it with towels, and then thrown it into the closet. after confirming that my clock was indeed in the same location it has been for, oh, the past five or six years, i then marvelled at how very LOUD my neighbor's alarm was and my goodness, was she ever going to turn it off? finally i realized the alarm was COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE. in the next room, to be exact. my parents and aunt were here a couple of weeks ago, and apparently my dad never turned off the alarm in that bedroom. and, well, i was gone that following weekend, and i'm out the door by 8am during the week. which means that alarm has been going off at 9am FOR TEN DAYS. i'm just glad that room is so very far away from the wall i share with my neighbor.

 

in other news, i was on the phone with kt tonight, and remarking on my then-current attire.

 

me: i look like i'm going to rob a bank.

kt: ...

me: well... i've got on black cords, and a black t-shirt. i had my white shirt on over it before, but now, i don't, and... i look like... a ninja.

kt: the niña, the pinta, and the ninja maria!