Katzenkaffee?
Irgendwas muss ich verpasst haben - aber selbst um diese Uhrzeit scheint der Kleine schon 4 Espresso getrunken zu haben...
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Depression 101: Wrenches
Sometimes getting up is the worst fate of all when you suffer from depression because just when you see a little light, life throws a wrench and knocks you on your ass... Show off your vanity URL's in your facebook fanpage... http://cybersweetness.com
Some kind of a plant sitting on a table by the lake
From a early morning trip to the lake while the fog still rested on the water. Taken on the iPhone and edited with TiltShift Generator.
Having a Window Cube...
Why today might be the best Friday I've had an 8 A.M. class ever
This might just be the most awesome day where I've had an 8 A.M. class in my entire life. Here's my justification for that:
I did the whole up-and-out-of-the-house-in-40-minutes thing totally successfully. Even though I slept in 35 minutes past my alarm (7:05 A.M. EST is when I woke up... or thereabouts), I was able to get up, get dressed, clean up, and make an English Muffin to eat. Bonus props: I wasted time to watch NASA hit the moon with a probe/rocket, and STILL had time to get out. Sweet!
The Worst Part of My Morning
What with how much mornings generally suck, you'd normally think there would be a million and one things to consider the worst part of an nominally terrible daily occurrence.
It could be that grating alarm clock ringer on my cell phone.
It could be that early morning workout.
It could be that ride on the bus that had the scent of vomit adorning it's interior.
All of these are incredibly viable options for terribleness, but for me the Worst Part of My Morning is the painfully frustrating and constricting act of PUTTING ON MY SOCKS.
Poor little guy- a whole life of sock struggles stretches before him.
Putting on socks after the shower, regardless of whether I worked out or not, is a trying experience at best.
You pull and pull until your feet feel like claustrophobically canned sardines.
When will they just make shoes with that space-age technology memory-foam so socks won't be necessary?
Sunday Breakfast
Rummaging through the fridge for something to put together for breakfast can sometimes yield a rather pleasant concoction. Not a bad way to start what promises to be a very nice day!
Friday Morning Free Refulls
7 Eleven Refills Free Fridat morning 7-11 AM
Morning Time
Lauren IS NOT a morning person.
Let me rephrase that: Lauren is not the same person in the morning.
Hmm...I'll try again: In the morning, Lauren isn't a person.
(There we go.)
If you don't know by now, Lauren hates mornings. Sometimes she'll keep hitting snooze on her alarm clock for over an hour. We'll have conversations in the morning that she won't even recall later that day, because she is a zombie, or sleep talking I guess.
This morning, she was snoozing and I came in to say "goodbye" for the day as I was about to leave for work. I tried to be gentle and quietly wish her a good day, but was confronted by the grumpy monster who wanted me to wait 5 minutes until her alarm clock went off, at which point she would then say "goodbye". She was already awake and talking to me (which may not hold any significance), so why couldn't she just say "goodbye" right then?
So I jumped on her, in bed, and gave her a hug. Her alarm clock went off and I said "goodbye", tucked her back in, and headed out the door.
She then probably snoozed for another hour before getting up.
