Oh Gawd What a Morning

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The alarm went off. I turned it off. I closed my eyes.

I opened them again at quarter to 8.

I jumped out of my room to wash my face. I left the door open. When I returned, I discovered the damn cat spraying my basket of rumpled but clean laundry. Miffed because it didn't smell like him.

I don't have any damn clothes on.

I find some things that were hanging up in the closet and take the laundry downstairs. it's quarter after 8.

I don't screw the top of my thermos on properly, and start shaking it to blend my sugar into my boiling hot chai.

I spill very hot water all over my left hand.

Evil roommates make me hold my hand under sadistically cold water. Evil. It's 8:30.

I cal Dianne and say I had the worst morning EVAR and maybe I'll get there for the afternoon.

I'm still feeling like I should just crawl back in bed. I've smoked like a chimney all morning. I still feel upset.

I think this is what my headshrinker means when she says that I have a very low tolerance to stress.