honestly it happens so often it's hard to keep being embarrassed

W&M's campus is an unappreciated safe-zone for me and my awkward brethren.  It turns out in the real world most people have average levels of awkward, which makes for interesting days when my above-average awkward rears its maladroit head.

• I woke up sick, again.  I generally allow sickness once a year, so being sick for the SECOND TIME really grinds my gears.  Plus, I have exactly no Dayquil because "natural health" remedies are cool when you're not sick but utterly useless when you're legitimately ill.  I googled solutions and this promising nugget showed up: flush the sinuses with a Neti-pot-like setup, using a small bowl and warm saltwater.  I will spare you the horrifying details, but know that I was dangerously close to drowning in a cereal bowl this morning.  At least my sinuses did clear, if from sheer mortal terror.
• My apartment's Temple shuttle is crazy-packed, what with the SEPTA strike and all, and necessarily things happen.  Like today when I sat down on someone by accident.  However, that awkward pales in comparison to this awkward: I thought I was sitting on my own bag and had to be asked, "Could you sit on the seat and not on my leg?"
• Do you ever hear someone's cell phone go off in class and roll your eyes and glare in that general direction because seriously you guys, silence your phone as we're in a professional setting?  Do you ever do that for a while before realizing everyone is glaring at YOUR BAG?
  
• I thanked Frank many a time for the fantastic vegetable lasagna he brought for 5022.  I even asked if he would send me the recipe after seminar, to which he replied, "I'm not Frank,  I'm James.  We have two classes together, Anne."  Frank was not even in the room.  To James, or those in the program reading my blog who can relay this to James, I offer my sincerest apologies.  I swear it's not personal.  I had a near-death experience with a cereal bowl this morning and it's affecting my judgment.
• I raced out of my last conference to swipe some QE1 speeches from the library with a mere 15 minutes to spare before catching the shuttle home.  While there I stumbled over, by terrific coincidence, the complete diaries of Virginia Woolf.  "Holy awesome, Batman!" I squealed. " This is magic! Primary source material for my seminar paper, right in front of my face."  I gleefully climbed to the top shelf, but froze: Volume II spans 1920-24 and Volume III picks up 1925-30.  Only the diary with To the Lighthouse notes will be of any use to me, so...  Oh no. When was To the Lighthouse published?  WHEN WAS IT PUBLISHED.  I hesitated for just a moment, then snatched up Volume II and fell off the stacks.  It hurt.  Fail. 
• But I caught the shuttle with seconds to spare. WIN!
• To the Lighthouse was published in 1927.  Fail.

At the very, very least: still having adventures in Philadelphia, you guys.