(Meanwhile, at the Forrest, while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully...)
2:00 a.m. I wake up, freaking out thinking that I am running late. Oddly, I feel perfectly refreshed (wide-awake in fact) and ready to start the day. However, looking at the clock when I realize it is only 2 a.m., I force myself to go back to sleep and catch 'a few more winks'.
5:40 a.m. the alarm begins its daily act of terrorism, but I don't hear it until closer to 6:00.
5:55 a.m. I roll over slightly and nudge Richie, telling him it is '6 and ask him (rather inaudibly) if we're going to the gym'? To be a good sport, I nudge him a couple more times, he seems unresponsive so I hit the snooze button and settle back into my feather pillow.
6:20something, I hit the snooze again and then again a few more times... by now, feeling sleepy enough to probably sleep until noon.
7:14 a.m. I jump up, and begin the arduous task of opening my now sleep-welded eyes.
7:25 a.m. I enter the shower, wash hair and of course by now have to hurry through my shower and frantically find clothes to wear, skipping make-up altogether.
7:36 a.m. While brushing my teeth, think about my Birthday, realize that the show at we're playing at the Stage Stop is almost here, worry and wonder what I'm going to wear, and if I'm going to have enough time and be prepared. Charle's Shultz's words echo in my head about 'only dreading one day at a time', and painfully, I realize it is still only Wednesday and that I have simultaneously dreaded 3 days at once.
7:45 a.m. I trip over the cat looking for my shoes as I stumble down the hallway only to discover a nice, shiny pile of dogs#!t in the work-out room. I don't have time to deal with that at the moment, so I decide to let Richie discover it when it's his turn to trip over the cat and stumble down the hall.
I scramble around finding last minute things I haven't taken the time to gather together beforehand, look for my keys, take one last look at the overly-high heeled sandals I have chosen to wear for the day and wonder how many times I might trip and fall, decide if it is worth it... and finally-
8:10 a.m. Kiss Richie bye, remind him it's time for him to get up, exit house... Crank up the car, and hit the road towards the office; Of course land behind the slowest idiot on the road, making the choice to remain as close to the speed limit as possible because I do not need another ticket, and for some reason it is always me they come after, me--going 5 miles over the speed limit and not the crazed maniac that just flew past me going 93 in a 40.
8:35 a.m. Arrive at the parking garage, and have a conversation with the attendant about how they had to re-program the computers and still haven't re-entered everyone into the system, so 'hopefully, they will have my parking card back in the system soon" and so on and so on (yeah, gotta go!!)...
8:40 a.m. Actually sit down in my chair and begin my tasks, flip open my google homepage and read my horoscope. It informs me:
" Wednesday, June 20, 2007 : Too much data can be rather overwhelming today as you try to filter out the unnecessary noise. In order to minimize the flow of information, stop asking questions once you discover what you need to know. You can lessen the mental emphasis while reducing your sense of overload by taking any kind of positive action. Doing something is better than just thinking about it. " more from tarot.com »
8:59 a.m. A shrill annoying cellphone rings across the other side of my cubicle, so I plug in my earphones and turn up my 'noisemaking fan' trying to shut out that and the rest of the annoying office noise. Hmmm, my horoscope is looking kind of truthful so far!! Guess I better go ahead and take its advice and "do something"... (I wonder if that included me 'thinking about' taking that incessantly ringing cellphone and flushing it down the toilet in the ladies' room?)
So how is your day?? ;)
3:30 p.m. Collected up a few people and went down to Smooth Moves for a Grape Smoothie, sat outside for a little 'break', and discussed the t.v. show "Heroes".
3:40-3:45 p.m. Were approached and hit up by at least 3 panhandlers.
4:00 p.m. Re-read some blog entries; laughed to self.
4:46 p.m. Sitting here, counting the minutes until 5:00!