Wtf: Random morning junk

I maintain that having the fixings for a bacon and egg sandwich (on awesome, puffy english muffin) totally balances out the experience of having a rat run across the top of the stove while I'm cooking it. No sugar for my tea, though. I know there is sugar in this house somewhere, but I don't know where it is. It is hidden from certain housemates (Leanne) who are known to put way too much in their coffee and in their cereal (even chocolate cereal—and occasionally in their hot cocoa, and who even does that?). It's probably on some random shelf where Tony hid it. He's literally a foot and a half taller than me. I could drag out the step stool and go exploring, but this early it doesn't really seem to be worth it.

Getting up at 5 a.m. to leave just before 6 a.m. to spend two hours on public transportation with the generally skeeziness that is the city of Sacramento so that I can arrive for an 8 a.m. class. Oh, and it's probably going to rain. Yay. At least it's Image Manipulation. I sit in front of a computer for four hours play around with the tool the teacher tells me to. Not exactly rocket science. I just wish it wasn't a Mac. :(

Though the real bitch thing about this class is that it requires me to come in to finish homework on days off, because I'm too broke to have my own copy of Photoshop.

So.