I’ve been doing a time analysis on my life this week, as my schedule is just a black hole for good intentions.
I’ll spare you the results (it ain’t pretty) but perhaps you might enjoy my morning more than I did:
6 a.m.– Alarm goes off
6:15 a.m.– I awaken, hit snooze
6:24 a.m.– More annoyance from 104.1-FM’s DJs, who are polling people on whether they will donate in the aftermath of Hurricane Rita. Am appalled that majority of callers (at that time) were saying they have no sympathy for those who didn’t vacate for Rita, after seeing what happened to Katrina evacuees. Um, did ya not watch the news last night and see all the Texas interstates more backed up than your colon immediately after eating refried beans?
6:30 a.m.– Pee, feed cats, fire up computer, start working
7:48 a.m.– Have sufficiently scared colleague with visible iTunes playlist. Again. Yes, I do listen to songs that don’t have curse words in the title. Just not when you’re looking. 😉
8:05 a.m.-9 a.m. — Try to turn Cinderella into something less wenchy.
9:05 a.m. — More work pops up — am called on phone, feign poise, don’t mention what I was *really* doing at the time (using a blow dryer, kids, that’s all!)
9:10 a.m. — Realize am topless, so grab first available bra. Work in guchies. Feel oddly liberated.
9:15 a.m. — Realize curtains are open and four men are standing below balcony, trying to peer into my window. I wave.
9:30 a.m. — Get dressed
9:35 a.m. — Decide outfit looks like hell. Go into closet and weep.
9:38 a.m. — Grab another outfit. Pray it doesn’t need to be ironed.
9:40 a.m. — Curse outfit and lack of time to try on more.
9:42 a.m. — Realize slip is way too long for short skirt. Am whore. Take scissors, hack shit out of slip. Remember black asymmetrical spandex skirt of youth that I used to wear for Halloween and, hell, to school.
9:45 a.m. — Leave house. Four men still hanging around outside my front steps. They wave back. Read the rest of this entry »