I'm having a crappy day, and it's just started!
I hate mornings.
First of all, I attempted to go to bed early (for me) last night. So I've
been in bed about 20 minutes last night, pretty much asleep, when I hear
Aimee coming home, opening the sliding glass door (which is next to my
room). Part of me thinks she's leaving for work already, so I look at the
clock, and it's 11:59. I'm awake again... I get up, explain it to Aimee, and
go back to bed, where it takes me forever to get back to sleep.
Then, I have this dream. I was supposed to go visit Erika and Shavonne, but
I kept putting it off in the dream, to sleep instead. What does it say
about your need to sleep when you dream about sleeping? And then, this
morning, I hear Aimee open the sliding glass door again (this time going to
work for real), and in my sleep-deluded head, I'm thinking, "But Aimee.
Don't you know, it's a weekend... you don't have to go. We're not going to
Erika's." When my alarm went off about 10 minutes later, I was not a happy
camper.
So I get up, get ready, play with the cat, etc., and decide to make myself
feel better by going to McDonald's for breakfast, instead of suffering
through a blah bagel. I go there, and go inside rather than the
drive-through, because it's usually quicker. But NO. Not today. I wait in
line forever, and then the lady takes my order, and then the big ol' order
of the people behind me and fills most of theirs before she fills mine. I
ONLY HAD A SAUSAGE BISCUIT AND A SMALL COKE! How difficult is that?
I get back into my car, start driving towards work, AND A BIRD DIVEBOMBS MY
CAR! The thing has to be dead, but it flew off of my windshield, leaving a
nasty mark. :(
I get to work, not wanting to do anything but eat my breakfast in peace, and
my project manager (a nice, well-meaning guy who annoys the heck out of me)
comes into my office and just... stands there. And babbles about nothing. I
mean, it's obvious I don't want to talk, and it took him too long to figure
this out.
So anyhow... that's my morning.
I HATE MORNINGS.