Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sometimes you’re the pigeon sometimes you’re the statue.

I should have stayed in bed today.

4:30a.m. I wake up. Why am I awake? Why am I so awake? I’m a little hungry, maybe I should eat something.

6:22a.m. Alarm goes off, I get up, shut it off, and promptly fall back to sleep.

7:12a.m. Crap! I need to leave for work in 18 minuets. I have to shower because I had bug spray on last night. Sleep…

7:22a.m. What the heck self?!? Get up! Must shower!

It’s at this point that things get kind of intense, I’m fairly certain I break some laws of physics and maybe find a crack in the space time continuum while taking the fastest shower of my life. I scurry out and almost bite it on the tile floor but manage to catch myself.

7:25a.m. Clothes. Must find clothes for work. Solid colors, yes, solid colors are good. Solid colors match. Shoes. Grab a pair of TOMS. Phone, keys, planner, check. I grab my Froot Loops (side note, somehow I have never noticed that froot loops is spelled absolutely absurdly, I mean for real, who’s idea was that?) and run to the kitchen. I grab a sandwich bag to pour some cereal in. I proceed to spill all over the floor. I pick up the loops I can see, zip the bag, and dash out the door.

7:40a.m. I get in my car. I am officially running late.

7:42a.m. I open my baggie of Froot Loops.

7:43a.m. I spill my baggie of Froot Loops all over myself.

7:43:15a.m. I try to salvage as many as I can, clean myself up, and drive all at the same time.

8:00a.m. I am not at work. I should be at work.

About here is when I start to realize it’s going to be one of those days.

8:05a.m. I arrive to work and clock in.

8:07a.m. Receive email from my professor saying I need to correct something on my quiz. I don’t know what she’s talking about. I thought I'd done everything right. Crap.

We have another quiz today. I bought a bottle of wine last night in preparation for not doing so hot on it. Not sure how I feel about that yet. I will be really glad when this day is over.

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