Wake up at 5:45AM and decide the run is DEFINATLY not happening; reset the alarm for 7:30AM.
Wake up at 8:30AM and realize you reset the alarm for 7:30PM and you are now a half hour past the time when you are supposed to be out the door and on the way to work. Frantically wash face, brush teeth, rake hair, throw on clothes and grab a diet coke because in your befuddled mind it is the only breakfast that you really need right now.
8:43AM drive an hour in the worst traffic ever, the traffic you have to deal with on a daily basis, the traffic that you only ever think is in movies but in LA the movies are in real life. Try very hard to reign in your temper so you don’t go ballistic on the old, the infirm, and the mentally handicap drivers that INSIST on driving terribly on purpose just to piss you off.
9:47AM walk into work with damn ugly bed hair, a horribly coordinated outfit and visibly agitated facial features 47 minutes late for work. Spend the next 9 hours drinking 4 diet cokes in hopes that the caffeine will make you feel better in the most unnatural place for a human, made to sit still in a chair, staring at a monitor under, florescent lights that make your eyes hurt and breathing in the stale circulating air because none of these windows open. Dream about just injecting the caffeine straight into my heart with a large syringe so the heart palpitations make me feel more alive. Ignore office idiot that drives you crazy and hope they go away there is no way you are doing any type of constructive work today, tell them to come back tomorrow and maybe you will be able to help.
Drive an hour and 15 minutes home with the same idiotic morons that drove you crazy on the way to work.
Walk in the door and head immediately for the wine, don’t even bother with a glass just take the whole bottle to the dark bedroom where you climb out of your clothes and into the mountain of covers and enjoy your liquid dinner in peace.
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