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In an uncharacteristic move, I went to Mint Manor on Tuesday night after class because it was Kitana's last night with us, and I have no school on Wednesdays. I do, however, have school on Thursdays. But I decided to take the plunge and stay Wednesday night too, get up on Thursday and take the bus to the PATH station. This is something that Stephanie has been doing every day, and I figured I should learn how to do it too, seeing as I really can't afford the $15 cab fares.

I woke up to howling winds around noon. The winds were so loud, they actually woke me up. I thought perhaps the world was ending, or I was in the Land of Oz's version of public transportation, but it was just really super windy out.

I fumbled with the coffee, got half a cup down, and then saw what time it was; according to the bus schedule, I had ten minutes until it would arrive. That's when I broke the top to the cookie jar. I was looking for a to-go mug in the cupboard, and the lid of the Christmas cookie jar, part of the Mint Manor Christmas Tradition, came tumbling down and smashed on the ground. I am the clumsiest of oafs. I may have ruined Mint Manor Christmas permanently.

But I made it to the bus stop in ample time.

Yeah, really ample time. I stood in the howling winds for an hour before the bus, which was scheduled to arrive every half hours, arrived. The people who print up those schedules are the filthiest sort of dirty liars. I hate them all a whole lot.

I missed my anthro class, but I don't care. At least I'm at school now, where it's warm.

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