My morning was normal, and then about the time that I got to school I started having what Anne-with-an-e would call a Jonah Day. First I visited with my advisor, who was trying to prepare for class and wasn't all that excited to see me, and he told me that even though I had satisfied all of the class requirements to get my certificate, since I tested into Math 95 and skipped over Math 65, I still have to take 3 or 4 more credits so that my number of credits matched what's on the course sheet. I think that's a load of crap, so I am going to try to talk to someone else next time I'm on campus, but it made me a little upset.
Then in class, I got a bad grade on my test from last week.
Then after class, I headed over to Costco to pick up my prescriptions. I got there, parked, and dug in my purse for my Costco card, which is in my wallet, which was in my coat pocket, hanging on the hook at home. ARGH. Three strikes and I'm out, I guess.