Disaster Strikes

It's motherfucking 6:45 in the morning and I'm trying to get my paper done for psychology. I decided to use my Reisberg book as a reference, so I reach behind my bed where I left it. When pulling the book out, it knocks my phone off of the loft and onto my desk so that it's off the hook and the receiver falls down the crack behind my desk. As if that wasn't enough, my alarm clock falls down as well, ALSO behind my desk, and gets stuck there. The alarm clock turns on and starts blasting some radio station. Because it's so early, I frantically try to pull them back up. I'm successful with the phone, but the alarm clock is stuck. I grab for it, but it won't budge. Still frantic, I hurry to move my desk so that it will become loose. I push it out of the way as quickly as I can, almost knocking over my lava lamp (it's HOT) and just about everything else off my desk. The radio is mindnumbingly loud and I'm afraid someone will come yell at me. So I hurry to reach behind my desk, as the radio has now fallen to the floor, pick up the screaming motherfucker and turn it off.

Then I breathe. My heart slows from pounding a million beats per second and I tell myself, Aline, you can NOT get back to work until you blog about this frightful experience. Well, here you go.