The Curious Instance Called My Life.

AKA - It's friday....right?

The only thing worse than sunburning your legs, is healing a sunburn on your legs. theses fuckers are itchy as HELL.


PART ONE.

Today has been interesting. that's really the only word I can think up right now to explain the happenings in and around my life today.
I wish I could sit here and map out in brilliant form from start to finish. but my brain is naturally a scattered mess. so that's how things come out.

I woke up sometime around 6:36. I must have hit snooze 10 times before finally realizing it was in fact a work day, and I was in fact about to be very late. I don't know what it is about being late that just automatically makes me annoyed. it's my own damn fault for hitting snooze. but every single car that isn't going fast enough, or every single red light I hit is a personal attack on me. Don't these people, and these effin stop lights KNOW that *I'M* late? and how dare they eat up precious seconds of my time. Seconds I'll NEVER get back.

Who here knows me personally? most of you? I bet most of you do.
if you don't well. I'm neurotic. and I freak out about small things like traffic lights and inconsistencies in my daily routine.
THAT FUCKING STOP LIGHT WASN'T RED YESTERDAY. WHY IS IT RED TODAY?

that's a phrase I probably use on a daily basis.
I also anticipate the line up at tim hortons. down to the minute. so I know I have enough time for coffee and a cigarette before I start any actual work. so you can imagine my face on that when there are 2 or 3 extra cars in the drive through.
heeeeeereee comes the capslock!
WHY ARE THERE MORE CARS TODAY?? I WAS HERE AT THE SAME TIME YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE AND YOU WERE NOT HERE GETTING COFFEE. GO BACK TO YOUR REGULAR TIMMIES AND STOP MESSING UP MY FUCKING MOJO.
assholes.

I even factor in the variable time difference when there are 1 or 2 extra cars, or on tuesdays when the girl working the morning shift is extra cheerful and takes those extra few seconds to make my day a little brighter. albeit seconds I again, WILL NEVER GET BACK.
it could be worse I suppose. I could not have time to stop and get a coffee at all. like today.

I typically pull up to work around 7:36-7:38 depending on the traffic at timmies. It leaves me the perfect amount of time to get my things together, meet my mates for a smoke and hoof it upstairs before the bell rings. and despite my hitting snooze, despite being trapped behind at least 3 idiots going less than the speed limit, despite hitting red on 8 out of the 16 traffic lights I cross (where my average is 3-5), despite SKIPPING Timmies altogether, I still managed to roll on up to work at 7:39.

I should have stopped for a coffee.


(stay tuned for part two. which should be posted within the hour. I'm just lazy and need to go play an unhealthy amount of bejeweled blitz.)