And Then I Woke Up
Beep beep beep beep. Ok, already, , I'm awake. My eyes blink in the sunlight. What was I dreaming? Oh, yeah, that. Again.
Sliding my legs together, imagining myself actually getting up, I look at the closet door, deciding what I'm going to wear. It's the same routine every morning. Sometimes two snoozes, sometimes three, but never more than five.
"Ehhhh." I whine to myself as I realize I'm lying at an angle across my full-size bed.
Why has morning come so soon?
It's Monday. The most-hated day of the seven brothers. I'm grumbly as I get up and stumble to the bathroom to feel the hot steam smoothing away the sheet creases from a desperate night. After a comforting shower, I feel ready to join the ranks of commuters, even as a yawn escapes my lips.
I carefully lock the door behind me, oops, forgot my cell phone (again) -- I start realizing my memory capacity has been shrinking just as my my alcohol tolerance has escalated -- I unlock, run, grab, re-lock.
Press CALL on the elevator (i know no up or down); and wait like a century for the elevator to arrive. I heard it like 2 seconds ago, open doors open dammit. Maybe it would've been more efficient to walk around outside to the 2nd story belowground parking area. I close my eyes and let myself "nap," if you will. Ahh, open elevator doors; open eyes.
Start car. Drive. Fast. Get out of my way now! Loud music! Drive more. Fast.
Work. Lunch. Work. Home.
AND FIVE WHOLE HOURS TO WASTE ON SOMEONE/SOMETHING. Are you interested?
Sliding my legs together, imagining myself actually getting up, I look at the closet door, deciding what I'm going to wear. It's the same routine every morning. Sometimes two snoozes, sometimes three, but never more than five.
"Ehhhh." I whine to myself as I realize I'm lying at an angle across my full-size bed.
Why has morning come so soon?
It's Monday. The most-hated day of the seven brothers. I'm grumbly as I get up and stumble to the bathroom to feel the hot steam smoothing away the sheet creases from a desperate night. After a comforting shower, I feel ready to join the ranks of commuters, even as a yawn escapes my lips.
I carefully lock the door behind me, oops, forgot my cell phone (again) -- I start realizing my memory capacity has been shrinking just as my my alcohol tolerance has escalated -- I unlock, run, grab, re-lock.
Press CALL on the elevator (i know no up or down); and wait like a century for the elevator to arrive. I heard it like 2 seconds ago, open doors open dammit. Maybe it would've been more efficient to walk around outside to the 2nd story belowground parking area. I close my eyes and let myself "nap," if you will. Ahh, open elevator doors; open eyes.
Start car. Drive. Fast. Get out of my way now! Loud music! Drive more. Fast.
Work. Lunch. Work. Home.
AND FIVE WHOLE HOURS TO WASTE ON SOMEONE/SOMETHING. Are you interested?
posted by JadedTLC at Monday, October 31, 2005
1 Comments:
LOL. Can't give up caffeine; too addicted. It's too late for me and Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf hasn't started any "phillip morris-like" ads to help me quit.
And dude, it wouldn't be a Boxter, but a 911 turbo, cherry red, convertible, custom-designed. :)
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