So, last Thursday we had Sexual Health Educators come to my Women's Health Issues class and ramble on about boring things like pap smears and butt plugs, etc.

Throughout the lecture my professor repeatedly told us to pick up the homework on our way out.
I made a mental note to myself to pick up the homework.
She reminded us again.
And then...free condom time happened and suddenly, instead of picking up the homework I was snatching up free condoms. Lots and lots of fancily packaged shiny little rubbers.

Saturday morning as I was riding the Bart home from Richmond it occurred to me that while I had dozens of little condoms that I would never use, I didn't have my homework assignment--and of course my prof can't be reached at all on the weekends, and of course I don't know any of my classmates, and oh my god what am I going to do! So I panicked a little, and then I got over it, and then I figured I'd just scout campus for someone--anyone I recognized from class.
And I found someone! And I got her phone number! And I was going to get to make a copy of the assignment!

...and then...somewhere between walking to get food after Human Memory, and walking up the hill to my dorm room...I LOST THE CHICK'S NUMBER!
Good God, what is wrong with me?! Am I deliberately sabotaging myself?

So...my new plan is to scout the library for her (which is where I should supposedly be able to find her) and hope that she's around...because I was supposed to call around 6 to meet up--because I brilliantly planned this to coincide with when I'm supposed to be working...because, yeah, I'm so smart and skilled I can be in multiple places at the same time!

Someone, please, just put me out of my misery....