At 6:30am my alarm went off. I crawled out from under the covers (I sleep fully submerged in a sort of heat cocoon fashioned by my new down-alternative comforter and the bizarre natural heat produced by my sleeping body), reached for my glasses (I’m dangerously close to legally blind), and slumped over to my deep purple desk (positioned against my yellow focal wall. Brian: “You gonna hang a Kobe jersey above that? Me: “Shit.”) to begin “penning” today’s blog entry.
It was a great post. Lots of, “based on their clothes it seems that,” and, “if the way they drive is any indication of the way they date then…” – real, meaty stuff. Bullet after bullet of it.
I finished the post. Opened a new Firefox window, and started a google image search for the male cast of The Hills (seemed appropriate). And scene.
Except that at 7:10am I actually woke up, turned over to see that I’d dismissed my alarm at 6:30, and realized I forgot to pick out an outfit last night (been doin’ it since kindergarten and it’s never failed me).
So, here we are with one fairly good idea stuck in my half-sleep-state and one sad-excuse-for-a-blog-post on the actual Internet.
I decided the picture may as well stay…
Actual post tomorrow.
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I do that all of the time– really vivid dreams in the morning about the mundane tasks I have planned ahead of me for the day.
You really pick your outfit out the night before? That’s adorable, but I never understood that. My mood when I wake determines my clothes.
impressive that you’ve been picking your outfit the night before since kindergarten. that’s dedication
we do the same. I pick my outfit out the night before. I can feel the pressure but it’s okay