Jun 11, 2005 08:17
Ok, So I wake up, alarm is buzzing, check the clock it says 8:45am. I have to be at work at 9am, so i rush around the house getting ready so I can fucking make it there by like 9:05 or something relativly close to that. While I'm brushing my teeth, I look at the microwave. (yes I brush my teeth in the kitchen, so shut up, ehhehehe) The microwave says 8:05am. Then I look at the clock on my toaster oven, and that fucking says 11am. What the fuck is going on here? It's a conspiracy I tell you. The only clocks that are still set to the correct time is the computer and the flipping microwave... I don't get it. Was I that drunk last night? That has to be the case, because every clock with an alarm on it, has the wrong fucking time.
Claire came over last night to raid my closet for this party we're going to tonight. I have to be at work at 9am again tomorrow morning, so I have to keep it real light tonight. Speaking of Claire, she's come over like 50 gillion times since she and Richard moved in as roommates together, and still never brought their house warming gift home. Everytime I go there, I forget to bring it to them as well. Richard is probably starting to think the flipping coasters don't ever exsist. Good thing someone has seen them, otherwise, I think I'd be inclined to agree with him.
It is really time for me to get moving in order to be to work on time. So on that note. Au revoir.
I'm glad my clock was wrong, cuz now I have a freshly brewed cup of coffee.. So my day will go right. Yay!