Angela's Epic Fail
So, putting aside for now my utter and complete failure to get anything at all remotely resembling a reasonable amount of sleep (and we can totally pretend that's irrelevent because I don't feel tired AT ALL yet)... even with that aside, I completely and utterly FAIL AT LIFE.
Reasons being: I'm still figuring out how Boomer's Cylon brain works, so while I succeeded in setting an alarm for the correct time with the desired sound effect and snooze interval, I also somehow managed to set my alarm for silent with no vibrate. So I overslept and missed my bus. I was already going to be extravagantly late, but then I somehow managed to GET ON THE WRONG BUS. The 94 arrives at close enough to the same time as the 12 that it's within the margin of error, and they both go to Portland, so I guess I didn't even look at the sign, just queued up with the rest of the crowd and got on. Problem is, it's an express, so it just doesn't stop at all until it gets downtown. So I missed my transfer by about ten million miles. *facepalm*
The good news is, with my fancy Cylon phone I can keep you updated on how much of a moron I am in real time! :D. Then again, if Boomer wasn't so damned inscrutable I wouldn't be in this fix in the first place.
...On the gripping hand, this is the first time I've seen the morning sunlight on a Monday in months. (Not sure what point I'm trying to make here, I just like making obscure SF references.)
P.S. Unrelated, everyone on the planet should watch Luther. It's BRILLIANT.
Reasons being: I'm still figuring out how Boomer's Cylon brain works, so while I succeeded in setting an alarm for the correct time with the desired sound effect and snooze interval, I also somehow managed to set my alarm for silent with no vibrate. So I overslept and missed my bus. I was already going to be extravagantly late, but then I somehow managed to GET ON THE WRONG BUS. The 94 arrives at close enough to the same time as the 12 that it's within the margin of error, and they both go to Portland, so I guess I didn't even look at the sign, just queued up with the rest of the crowd and got on. Problem is, it's an express, so it just doesn't stop at all until it gets downtown. So I missed my transfer by about ten million miles. *facepalm*
The good news is, with my fancy Cylon phone I can keep you updated on how much of a moron I am in real time! :D. Then again, if Boomer wasn't so damned inscrutable I wouldn't be in this fix in the first place.
...On the gripping hand, this is the first time I've seen the morning sunlight on a Monday in months. (Not sure what point I'm trying to make here, I just like making obscure SF references.)
P.S. Unrelated, everyone on the planet should watch Luther. It's BRILLIANT.