wearing it, wearing me down
This morning, I already know its going to be a great day because I can't drag myself out of bed at 7am...reset my alarm for 7:30 and get up at 8am. Because after I pour my coffee into a travel mug and try to snap the lid on, the laws of physics declare that my mug should slide across my formica countertop and over turn...creating puddles of coffee (which thankfully is no longer boiling hot) on the counter, on the floor and on me. Since the idea of putting coffee in travel mug is to "travel with it," I am bemused by the irony that my haste to leave the house has resulted in 1) changing all my clothes, 2) mopping up the counter and the floor and 3) a distinct lack of a critical threshhold of caffeine in my body (which usually allows me to function).
Can I go home yet?
Can I go home yet?