Tiveria
Sheeptastic!
So, I stayed up too late last night playing BF2 with the IIA boys, and I have to get up early today because I need to leave early for my diabetes class tonight.
My alarm goes off at 5:30. I tell myself (half-dreaming) that the alarm will keep going off, and it's okay because it's a launcher device. By the time my mind realizes the alarm is telling me to wake up, it's 7:30. I had to be at work at 7:30, or at worst 8. I groan, and force myself awake.
I run downstairs and think, fushnicken, I need to get my food ready for today. So I run to the kitchen and bag up everything I can into my bag. I realize at the last moment, I almost forget my folder for my class. I grab it, and put it in the bag, thinking that it's probably not the best idea, but will probably work. I grab the bag, and my purse and run out the door. By the time I get to my car, the bag is in shreads. I sigh, turn on my car, and drive to work. I find a smaller bag in my car, and begin transferring the goods into it. I have to leave about half the items in my car because they won't fit. I say a little prayer, and hop out. I feel the bag tearing, and just keep holding on, and half-running into the building.
The handles tore apart, but the bag (and my food) made it.
Since then I've been given a dirty look about my timecard being late, and status requests on a couple of issues.
/sigh I hate a case of the "mundays".
My alarm goes off at 5:30. I tell myself (half-dreaming) that the alarm will keep going off, and it's okay because it's a launcher device. By the time my mind realizes the alarm is telling me to wake up, it's 7:30. I had to be at work at 7:30, or at worst 8. I groan, and force myself awake.
I run downstairs and think, fushnicken, I need to get my food ready for today. So I run to the kitchen and bag up everything I can into my bag. I realize at the last moment, I almost forget my folder for my class. I grab it, and put it in the bag, thinking that it's probably not the best idea, but will probably work. I grab the bag, and my purse and run out the door. By the time I get to my car, the bag is in shreads. I sigh, turn on my car, and drive to work. I find a smaller bag in my car, and begin transferring the goods into it. I have to leave about half the items in my car because they won't fit. I say a little prayer, and hop out. I feel the bag tearing, and just keep holding on, and half-running into the building.
The handles tore apart, but the bag (and my food) made it.
Since then I've been given a dirty look about my timecard being late, and status requests on a couple of issues.
/sigh I hate a case of the "mundays".
