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trinityvixenLet this be a lesson to me: whenever I can get up early, I am now going to do so.
I woke up at 8 am this morning. No reason, just did. I debated getting up, getting to work early to print out some things I needed for class. I had to be in early as was to be here when the guy coming to pack a piece of equipment was coming. I decided against this efficiency and went back to sleep, anticipating I'd be up in another hour when the alarm went off.
When next I raised my head from the pillow, I saw it was 10:30 am. I did one of those cartoon double-takes, where I let my head fall back and then shot right up out of bed. I think I got out of the apartment fast enough that I just pulled clothes and such into a vortex that somehow got me dressed. I threw my toothbrush into my bag (deodorant, too) and just flat out ran to work to print my assignment. Which was, naturally, due that morning. To add insult to my already injurious slap-dash, half-awake look, I had a sneezing fit so bad that when I ran into someone later, they actually asked if I wasn't sick. Great. Unbrushed hair and teeth, puffy eyes, and now a runny nose.
Whatever, there was no time. I flew to the subway. Where I promptly stepped in gum. That has never happened to me. But it was just so appropriate that it happened then. And it took my last tissue to get it off my shoe. And the train was late. And I was in such a hurry this morning, I didn't grab an umbrella, so I got plenty wet walking to and from class (which I ended up being 15 minutes late for).
About the only thing that worked out in all this is that the guy coming to pack stuff didn't show. Thank Bob. Now I just need to remember to set my damned alarm when I get home. I do NOT need a repeat of this, thank you!
How's everybody else's Monday after the break treating them?
I woke up at 8 am this morning. No reason, just did. I debated getting up, getting to work early to print out some things I needed for class. I had to be in early as was to be here when the guy coming to pack a piece of equipment was coming. I decided against this efficiency and went back to sleep, anticipating I'd be up in another hour when the alarm went off.
When next I raised my head from the pillow, I saw it was 10:30 am. I did one of those cartoon double-takes, where I let my head fall back and then shot right up out of bed. I think I got out of the apartment fast enough that I just pulled clothes and such into a vortex that somehow got me dressed. I threw my toothbrush into my bag (deodorant, too) and just flat out ran to work to print my assignment. Which was, naturally, due that morning. To add insult to my already injurious slap-dash, half-awake look, I had a sneezing fit so bad that when I ran into someone later, they actually asked if I wasn't sick. Great. Unbrushed hair and teeth, puffy eyes, and now a runny nose.
Whatever, there was no time. I flew to the subway. Where I promptly stepped in gum. That has never happened to me. But it was just so appropriate that it happened then. And it took my last tissue to get it off my shoe. And the train was late. And I was in such a hurry this morning, I didn't grab an umbrella, so I got plenty wet walking to and from class (which I ended up being 15 minutes late for).
About the only thing that worked out in all this is that the guy coming to pack stuff didn't show. Thank Bob. Now I just need to remember to set my damned alarm when I get home. I do NOT need a repeat of this, thank you!
How's everybody else's Monday after the break treating them?
