the day before

MONDAY:
I went to sleep at around 12, woke up at 5. Drove Allie to work. Did some homework (Japanese), then at around 9ish, I went to the bank to deposit a check and get some gas. I then went home, parked my car, and relaxed for a bit before checking the bus schedule. As I was about to leave, the printer ink ran out and I had difficulty printing out my homework. I left the house late and missed my bus, running up the two blocks made my asthma kick in (the incline is a killer) and as I was catching my breath, I looked for my inhalers (which were supposed to be in my backpack). Not finding them, and not wanting to be late for class, I began walking down two blocks from Balboa to Fulton, huffing and puffing the whole way. As I was nearing the corner the bus passed by; I trudged the last steps to the bus stop, half praying that one would be following close behind. I waited 15 minutes, still asthmatic and I finally decided to go back home and get my medicine. by this time, I was already late for class by a half an hour and still needing transportation. I decided to go to the later one. In the mean time I played some video games. Allie came home from work and she laid down and played her DS. After a while I lied down next to her and went to sleep. After a while I woke up and realized I had slept through my second class, so I decided to relax the rest of the day. I got my hair cut, using Owen Wilson's hair from the Darjeeling Limited as a reference... My brother said it looked like a mullet. I forgot what else happened that day.