Wren-ja!

I'm currently feeling very clever due to breaking into my own home.

Here's why.

In Asian Studies my blood sugar dropped and I started feeling dizzy and shaky. But I sucked it up because right before class I had received a package notification, and I KNEW FOR A FACT that it was my mandolin. My freaking TOES were chiming in agreement.

So after class I weave and sway my way over to the mailroom. Lady searches around for a few minutes, finds my package, and hands it to me. I head back to the house. It takes about twice as long as usual because I'm so shaky and dizzy, but I get there.

Only to discover that I have no keys. 11AM is the time when no one is EVER in the house. I usually sit zazen during this time, or game. In the future, this will be my mandolin practice hour. But now? Now this time has gone from pleasant to sinister. Yes, you're low, it says. And yes, you have a new toy. But no one is home, so how are you getting in the house, bitch?

Time and I have never really gotten along. I can be quite honest about that. So I decided to show 11 o'clock that I could kick its ass, low blood sugar or no. So I walk around to the dining room side of the house and pop the screen off a cracked window. (Note to self: Put screen back on.) Next I open the window, shove back the blinds, and deposit the mandolin box and my backpack on the dining room floor.

Getting myself in was a much bigger problem. The window is 5 and some odd feet off the ground, and I am too shaky to lift myself into it at this point. But then I have an epiphany. I steal the glass recyclables bin from the house next door, invert it, and put it under the window. (Note to self: Return glass bin.) Then I put my back to the window, brace my feet against the house next door, and push myself up onto the windowsill. (Note to self: Get rid of muddy footprint on house paneling. Also, never become a ninja or catburglar. You'd get caught.)

I get in, I get some food, and I flop, waiting for the shakes to pass. When I open up Blogger to start this post, Daryl walks in.

"Where the hell were YOU five minutes ago?"
"At lunch."

Fuck you, 11AM. You may have had a laugh, but I am IN my house, WITH my mandolin.

...Unfortunately, I am currently too shaky to get the box containing said mandolin open. I had better become a fucking virtuoso on that thing. A classical mandolin PRODIGY.