Strap On Your Saddle
It's 6am. You are very tired. The snooze button is taunting you with it's luscious lips and sexy thighs. But, oh no, do not touch it! Maybe you should concentrate on the fact that your head is pulsating, maybe you're saying that was one glass of wine too much last night? The alarm clock does not care about you or your well being. It continues to define all things suck with it's one note circus of noise. You feel a yearn from your pelvic region and you just have to take a leak. Well, it looks like your stuck now, you have to wake up. Wipe the dreamies out of your eyes, and turn that alarm clock off.
Now, proceed to walk around disheveled in a partially conscious state. Become delighted as the neccesary things to do for the day start dictating your every action of the morning. Then you hear a car horn honking outside. You look out the window, the streets are dark and wet from last nights downpour. It's chilly and breezy. Below your apartment window people are adjusting their coats to better prepare themselves for the cold. You see it's your friends car and you are getting ready for the ride to work. Feeling terrible, you throw on some clothes which were lying on your desk chair, give your hair a quick comb so it's not sticking up in 10 directions.
Your head is pulsating, your bladder is screaming because you forgot to go to the bathroom, you know you had one too many merlot's, and you have the reassuring feeling that you probably forgot something you needed for the day. Your friend turns towards you and gives you just the news you've been wanting to hear.
"You don't look ready! Strap on your saddle and sack up! In 15 minutes we're going to be running that 20 kilometer marathon we signed up for!"
Seriously, how do these people do it?
OH GOD! Your shirt says "Robokin", not "Robocop". Silly me.
Now, proceed to walk around disheveled in a partially conscious state. Become delighted as the neccesary things to do for the day start dictating your every action of the morning. Then you hear a car horn honking outside. You look out the window, the streets are dark and wet from last nights downpour. It's chilly and breezy. Below your apartment window people are adjusting their coats to better prepare themselves for the cold. You see it's your friends car and you are getting ready for the ride to work. Feeling terrible, you throw on some clothes which were lying on your desk chair, give your hair a quick comb so it's not sticking up in 10 directions.
Your head is pulsating, your bladder is screaming because you forgot to go to the bathroom, you know you had one too many merlot's, and you have the reassuring feeling that you probably forgot something you needed for the day. Your friend turns towards you and gives you just the news you've been wanting to hear.
"You don't look ready! Strap on your saddle and sack up! In 15 minutes we're going to be running that 20 kilometer marathon we signed up for!"
Seriously, how do these people do it?
OH GOD! Your shirt says "Robokin", not "Robocop". Silly me.