It’s nearly 11 a.m. and I’ve already eaten half the lunch I brought to work. It’s all Sister #4’s fault.
She’s finished working and is spending the week getting ready for the big move to Udaho (6 days!). This means she’s at home in the morning before I go to work, and this is seriously fucking with my mojo.
I have a very strict morning regime and having her sleeping when I’m supposed to be listening to loud music and dancing around the loft in a semi-hygenic, semi-clothed state has thrown my mornings into complete chaos.
See mornings at Supergenius, Inc. go something like this:
Wake up
Start singing random song in head (this morning, ironically enough, it was We are Family by Sister Sledge)
Pee
Get Water
Write down song in head
Turn on the music (sometimes it’s the song of the day in my head or whatever tickles my early morning fancy oftentimes it’s Billy Bragg)
Check e-mail
Check the PiPress
Check the NY Times Obits
Check work e-mail to see what I’m walking into because the Canuckians are known for sending e-mail at like 2 in the morning (freaks)
Read the Writer’s Almanac
Read two different horoscopes
After that the rest of the morning passes in a haze of loud music, showering, dancing, petting Paco, and getting dressed.
Then, and only once I’m fully clothed, I head downstairs to gather together lunch, feed the cats, and eat breakfast.
But without the music and the dancing, everything’s all fucked up. I even brushed my teeth today with my shirt on. You know what that means? That means I had to change my shirt at the last minute because I got toothpaste all over it.
I can’t live like this. I forgot breakfast because I was too mad about having to change my shirt. So now, I’ve got half a lunch and I haven’t danced once today.
Six more days.
Just keep chanting six more days. What is a week in the grand scheme of things? And how early do you get up? I crawl out of bed at 8, and am sitting at my desk at 9. I don’t have time for all that stuff in the morning, I wait until the last possible second to roll out of bed.
Oh my God this entry is funny. It reminds me of my friend from college. It actually sounds as if she wrote it. I have to say I am impressed you do all of that stuff before even eating breakfast!
I crawl out of bed at 7:30ish and am at my desk by 9ish. It all depends on the day. I’m not one of those people that can eat breakfast first thing in the AM. I need to be awake for a bit and have the blood pumping before I even think about eating something.