Dang, some mornings (not this one) you get up and you’re all gettin shit done—emptying the dishwasher, making coffee, reading the news online, even booking it up to campus early enough to go get Kat’s bar-application affidavit notarized before class. . . . And then some mornings (this one) you get up and you’re all bleary and having to wrestle your slice of dark chocolate cranberry toast from the Hello Kitty toaster and suddenly you realize that even though you got up at seven, somehow two hours have been sucked into some sort of black hole, and now you have just enough time to slip on your White Stripes T-shirt, throw your bizniss in your school bag, and motor.