1) I was a strawberry blonde woman who'd been kidnapped by a sexual predator. He kept driving me from one place to another and hitting me in the car. I didn't know what he was going to do to me. I pleaded for help my writing my name on a food stall with a piece of cheese.
2) I was obliged to go back to school to get one last credit of English in order to prove ... something (possibly for work or maybe this was something for keeping my work permit here). I was back at a school with 40000 people and no one had time to help me figure out which of the 200 different kinds of English classes were the right one for my needs.
3) I'd somehow managed to take a FOUR HOUR lunch and was trying to tell my boss that I had overrun my time but didn't know how to say it. As it turns out, I was running late because shadowdaddy and I were getting legal advice on 1) staying in the country and 2) hyphenating our last names. Bizarre.
Anyway, I slept like crap and the second I got up I cancelled them both. Now I have to figure out how to get a new Oyster card.