I hate when I wake up at 4:30 with that I-have-to-pee feeling. I only have 50 more minutes to sleep so do I ignore it and hold it for an hour? Or do I get up and do the dang thing then try to bang out a nap before the alarm clock goes off? Either way, all that contemplating pretty much makes sleep impossible so I just get up. Somehow that missing hour of sleep turns out to be some kind of indicator that I will be having a crappy day. And I am!
It started innocently enough. I get up, get dressed, grab the blazer, grab the lunch, grab the keys and head out to face the day. Get in the car, turn it on (whew!). Turn the station on the radio and realize The Adam Carolla Show got cancelled (SHIT!). Find some way inferior morning show to listen to, and put the car in reverse. Clunk...clunk...clunk. Oh Jesus. I have 20 minutes to get to work and I have a full-on flat tire. Like Ally McBeal flat. (1996 anyone?)
Normally it wouldn't matter if I was a little late to work, but now that I'm on this stupid opening shift, the world would seemingly cease to exist if I don't make it here on time. I was able to get a ride from Jeff's dad in an amazingly coincidental stroke of good luck. I ended up getting here with about 14 seconds to spare. Take that, Universe!
I had cereal, blackberries and yogurt for breakfast. And I had the soup and salad I brought for lunch, so there's a slight possibility that I may be able to make it an entire day on plan if the LAZIES don't talk me out of cooking dinner when I get home tonight. There may even be an evening walk in my not-so-distant future if the tire thing doesn't end up eating away my whole night. I really can't afford new tires, so that still stinks, but we'll see how it pans out. Prepare yourself for long bloggy bitch session about it tomorrow, more than likely.
So...how's your day goin'?