what color is blue?
time is never a more confusing concept than when you wake up after oversleeping and you are trying to get a grasp on why the clock is displaying something completely different than the 5:53 you have become so completely accustomed to seeing.
"is it 6:48 am or pm?"
"wait, is today sunday?"
"no, wait, is 4 a letter or a number?"
you hold the clock upside-down, you try to remember old algebra formulas, eventually it dawns on you that you need to leave in 6 minutes. you jump up and frantically run around in three circles as though it's accomplishing something. the dog stares at you mockingly, "doesn't seem like such a stupid habit now, does it?" she implies.
but i made it to work on time, a bit ragged looking, but on time. this is good, my employers have made it clear that i have more than pushed the line on coming in late and calling in without sick days. unhappy as i may be, i don't really need to get fired right now.
and i don't even feel tired, thanks to my morning toddy, a drink that chrys introduced me to. it's a cold brewed coffee concentrate that is very tasty and retardedly caffeinated. if you need the caffeine of an entire pot of coffee in half a glass, but don't like the bitter taste of espresso then this is a godsend.
the only problem is that now i'm going to have to sip this maxwell house swill at work all day to help lessen the impact of the inevitable 1:00 pm caffeine withdrawl grinding headache of death.
yeah, so i should probably venture my way through these people to the break room.
they will say "good morning, adam"
i will stare blankly
they will chuckle at my quirky sense of humor as though i have done something to intentionally amuse them
i will be thinking about ducks.
"is it 6:48 am or pm?"
"wait, is today sunday?"
"no, wait, is 4 a letter or a number?"
you hold the clock upside-down, you try to remember old algebra formulas, eventually it dawns on you that you need to leave in 6 minutes. you jump up and frantically run around in three circles as though it's accomplishing something. the dog stares at you mockingly, "doesn't seem like such a stupid habit now, does it?" she implies.
but i made it to work on time, a bit ragged looking, but on time. this is good, my employers have made it clear that i have more than pushed the line on coming in late and calling in without sick days. unhappy as i may be, i don't really need to get fired right now.
and i don't even feel tired, thanks to my morning toddy, a drink that chrys introduced me to. it's a cold brewed coffee concentrate that is very tasty and retardedly caffeinated. if you need the caffeine of an entire pot of coffee in half a glass, but don't like the bitter taste of espresso then this is a godsend.
the only problem is that now i'm going to have to sip this maxwell house swill at work all day to help lessen the impact of the inevitable 1:00 pm caffeine withdrawl grinding headache of death.
yeah, so i should probably venture my way through these people to the break room.
they will say "good morning, adam"
i will stare blankly
they will chuckle at my quirky sense of humor as though i have done something to intentionally amuse them
i will be thinking about ducks.