I have the weirdest crap in this knapsack. I had my mom pack it for me, and she has a strange sense of humour. So, what happened was I am now the last or very near it in the race, thanks to some wasted time cozying up to Cyclops my new boyfriend. Dont laugh, he's kind of entertaining! Anyway, my ankle hurt so badly after untying my splint in the labrynth poor Cy had to carry me the rest of the race. Then, when about a kilometer ago I realized I had lost my false eyelash in my right eye, I reached into the knapsack and pull out *of all things* a pair of winged sandals. Well, if Cy gets annoying at least I know how I'll make it the rest of the way!

At last we arrive to an abandoned temple, where three . well. I'm trying to be polite but frankly there is no other word for it, Hags, are stirring a pot. They have one eye and one tooth they are passing back and forth. I thought my life sucked when my cat chewed up my Manolo Blahnik sandals.

And the medusa is there waiting in the wings. Her hair is a wreck folks. Dreadlocks covered in horse manure would be better than this "style". Snakes are scurrying around her head! I float over to the Hags on my winged sandals and snatch a large bronze shield I see leaning against their cooking pot. The hags are NOT happy with this. So I float towards the entrance and ask Cy to please come give me a hand. He stumbles in towards my voice (I blinded him, it was an accident!) and takes what he thinks is ME but is in fact a HAG into his arms and starts dancing with her. What the! Come on, my rear end does not drag on the floor, how can you get our body types confused?

*sob* "I'll get him for this." *pulls out sword from sack*

Well the Hags appear very entertained, so I snatch the eye from one of them so the other two are dancing with each other thinking it's the Cyclops, and all three are now occupied. I float up the steps towards the dreaded Medusa. Using the eye (held out at a far distance, I mean GROSS people) I spy her in the shiny half of the shield. Seeing where she is, I float up to the collumn next to her and slice!! Cut off her truly bad taste hairdo and the head it's attached to. Leaving Cyclops dancing with the hags, I run out the door exultant that I made it!

Wait. What do you mean it's past noon? Oh crud. I'm like the pumpkin lady. Well, I'll sit here and stare in this shiny new bronze shield mirror instead. *sigh* Hey look, my eye makeup held this whole time!