I woke up at 7 am this morning, mostly cause Pink's alarm clock sounds like an apocalyptic siren.
I was hung over.
I did not intend to imbibe a lot of alcohol last night.
In fact, I wanted to get to bed early so I could start my day nice and early. Only problem with that is friends who buy you shots. I got home early, but I woke up with an urgent need to drink my weight in water and lay on the couch for two hours.
I'm now ready for my egg sandwich and I've got an action plan on how to tackle my day. I'm gonna do my best to get all my shit together in a nice, orderly, manner.
"My advice, just throw everything out," said roommate Tom to me last night.
"I have a lot of paper work though, I should sort that out."
"Fine, don't take my advice. But I'm telling you, throw it out."
"I'll probably just chuck it all in a bag."
"Ten bucks says it ends up getting thrown out."
I took off two days from work to pack, paint, and wait for the cable guy at my new place.
As I sit here all comfy on my couch with the kittens running around me and my eyes still a little sleepy, I'm wondering if it's possible to maybe put off the packing just a little longer...
I'd almost rather do my taxes right now.