Oct 14, 2006 09:25
I'm not a "morning person," and I honestly apologize to anyone who has had to figure this out for themselves. It's sad because I generally would like to think of myself as a morning person - at least I mean well, if I don't always accomplish it. In the morning, though, this all changes; in the morning I don't mean well, I mean hell.
Example 1:
I wake up on Friday morning, a little earlier than usual to venture up to campus before work. Now I can understand that when midterms are crushing your soul, it's a little hard to remember to do the dishes. The degree to which our dishes had gotten out of control, however, was starting to torment me; I couldn't fit a cup under the faucet to fill it up because it was full of molding housewares. In fact, I had to wash a bowl just so I could eat breakfast because they were all dirty. I was contemplating the tradegy of being in my situation when Rachael Fuller came upstairs to eat breakfast. She took a small cup out of the cabinet and began to chuckle to herself and then said, "Oh man. We have no dishes, so I must eat out of this cup (she might have been speaking in a British accent, I don't remember well)." As soon as she said that, I could feel the world around me slipping away into blackness, only to re-emerge on the other side, showered and at work. From the details I got from her, it was probably a bit of a rage blackout.
Example 2:
I woke up today when my cell phone alarm went off (this isn't a bad thing, it's actually very good). I noticed that there was a text message. "What could this be?" I asked myself, then answered it. Oh, it's Rachael Crane. What does she say? That our landlord's sister is holding a garage sale in our front yard. I tried to convince myself it wasn't true, and that she was just pulling my leg - but no, oh no, there are people parking in our driveway and exchanging mercantile. Although I normally let people walk all over me, this morning my A.M. schizophrenia took over, so I left our landlady a slightly disgruntled message - at least in my mind it was slightly disgruntled. It's possible I had another rage moment and left the kind of message that would make a sailor look like Reverand Cameron from 7th Heaven.
So there you have, two evidences in the past week that I don't "do" mornings. I apologize, and please know that if I offend you before nine it's purely unintentional. After nine, however, I have no excuses.