How I Start My Day:
7:30 a.m.: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze and stare at the ceiling.
7:37 a.m.: Alarm goes off again. I continue to stare at the ceiling as classical music pulses from the clock radio. Cat #1 strolls onto my chest and lies down his big head in my face. Cat #2 stares mournfully at me from the dresser at the foot of the bed. The kitten walks over and lies on my neck. I consider this a good excuse for not moving.
7:46 a.m. I twist around and turn off the clock. The cats walk off in a huff. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, slide into my flip-flops, and curse the day.
7:47 a.m. I take a piss, brush my teeth, and swish some ACT around in my mouth. All of this is done in a state of miserable semi-consciousness. I am not nearly as excited about my toothbrush as the kitten is. Perhaps a more exciting toothbrush would at least make me smile before I trudged over to my desk and fired up the computer?
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