Today I: left the house on my own!

So I just returned from purchasing some coffee. This is odd for two reasons, the first: I don't drink a lot of coffee and only a handful of times have I ever had the initiative on my own to do so. The second: I hardly leave the apartment anymore. So much easier to sit in here for ten plus hours while Bree is at work and do homework and staring at my cats. No more! I guess a twenty minute trip to Starbucks(I admit I could have gone somewhere more local but what can I say I like the busty mermaid) doesn't seem like much and to be fair I went through the drive through but still!!!!
I have been swamped with school work and should be studying right now for psychology. I have a test today and the tests for this class are super hard(which even the prof has admitted to saying that she gives extra points in other areas for this reason). I am not worried about my grade as I am almost assured I will get an A but I hate going into something thinking that there is just no way I can get an A(on the tests that is). They are even open book which of course by now I know is usually a bad sign anyway. So I have been studying for this test my taking notes and reading the book. By the way this class is Industrial and Organizational Psychology which even sounds boring in the title, thus the coffee needed to make it through.* On top of this Bree and I are moving in two weeks into our own place so the apartment we are in now(with Mariah's, Bree's and my own stuff filling it) looks like a storage place threw up. After this is the fear I have some sort of tumor in my head.
Then we have my lovely little episode in the kitchen I had just last week. Standing by the microwave** heating a TV dinner(the staple of my diet) I began to think that if I was to die right there would I have time to write a good bye note and if so what would I write it on. Do I go for the barbeque sauce? It is nearby and requires no paper but it is a little messy and not very accurate. I began to search(I admit a little frantically) for a pen which I found. Then I had to find paper and wonder if I would have that much time. Should I just try to write on my skin and hope for the best? Maybe I could just call someone? Text them? Would that seem creepy later when I wasn't around? Are the medics going to step all over my last words written out in barbeque sauce next to my body or will the cats lick it up first?
That is why I now take reading material with me while I wait for my food.
*I sound too harsh as I actually kind of like the class and my prof is way nice and helpful. It is the early hour talking.
**Ever since my old astronomy prof told me about how when microwaves first came out(and probably even now) people would take them apart and mess with the insides. Without the protective covering the first thing that happened was their eyeballs dried up due to the waves. I have not looked at a microwave the same since. It was first of many nightmares that class put into my head.