Was woken up this morning,
Was woken up this morning, first at about 2:00 by someone pounding on one of the neighbors’ doors, then at 5:30 by a small furry beast who wanted to play. After a walk to the park, carefully watching somone sniff each and every leaf on each and every bush, he went back to sleep. Smart dog. I decided to stay up. Then I found that all the magic coffee beans in my kitchen had escaped. ALL of them. Damn cockroaches must have let them out. That presented three options: a) drop into the fetal position and await the onset of withdrawal, b) call 911 and ask for transport to a detox facility, or c) put my pants back on and go to the store and get nasty coffee beans that have been sitting in a bin for months and months and months. Despite my hatred for pants, I decided to take the challenging option, continue on my addictive lifestyle, and go to the store. I always thought the normal checkers were slow, but the crowd they hide until Sunday mornings seemed to be in even worse shape than I was. It’s only almost 9:00 am now. The optimistic little angel on the right shoulder says the day has to get better, or at the very least its bottomed out. The little bastard on the left, which by the way hurts and is the reason I haven’t been swimming or to the gym since Wednesday and is probably a major contributor to my mood, is saying I should write it off and hide somewhere until Monday gets here.
