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One of THOSE Days

I woke up late this morning. The whole sun not rising when I say it should thing is really screwing up my schedule. Ok. Also, me running late at night (8 o'clock) really isn't helping me wind down like it used to.

But anyway, I rode to work this morning with the crazies. And by "rode to work" I just mean that I drove here in my car and they in theirs and they did their best to make me question why I don't have a permit to carry.

I decided that as long as I'm going to be a few minutes late, I'd best do it up right and go to Starbuck's before I come into the office. I did that and I remembered that I brought two bananas with me this morning and now my desk looks like the pilgrims stopped by to thank me for lending them a quarter. Of course, by "remembers I brought two bananas" I mean that I just didn't stop to look at my hand. I'm a space cadet this morning.

I had my hands full this morning carrying my note pad, my ipod, my symbolic logic book, two bananas and a muffin and do you know what that crazy barista did? She put my "coffee" on the counter and set the sleeve on top. I had to set everything down to free up my hands to assemble my own coffee. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I do no like food that I have to assemble. If I wanted to be a hunter-gatherer I would have gone to summer camp. Of course, this women didn't know me and if she hadn't jumped back behind that big machine, she would know all about it by now.

On the upside, I get to go to class today. There's a boy in there that I think is cute, but I can't tell if he's gay. Sometimes he picks out gay clothes in the morning. So gay that only a straight boy would wear them like that. Like GAAAYYY! But it will be nice to see him even though I won't talk to him.

And also, Sheryl Crow's new CD came out today. Unfortunately, I doubt that Amazon is dropping it off on my doorstep today, so I have to wait. I'm told it's good. Of course, I was told the last one was good and I like maybe three or four songs off of that.

Oh! And Sheryl, I swear if you pull another one of those "live concert" CDs again I'm going to break all the strings on your guitar and cut up all of your Live Strong bracelets. I hate that CD. Every time I try to listen to your music that CD comes up with people screaming and cheering and random rock stars singing where I'm trying to hear you sing. I don't like it. Don't eff with me, woman.

Yeah, so anyway. I need to get to work. I'm so behind on SO many things and it's only 8:30 or so. Oh well. It's like they say, "You gotta get glad in the same pants you got mad in."

Oddly enough, I said that to some Californians yesterday and they had no idea what I meant, but I digress.