A Good Day

It's going to be a good day. Say it with me people.

"It's going to be a good day."

I fell asleep on the couch after my shower this morning, sitting straight up mind you, waking up at 7:57am. I'm supposed to be here at 8. I jumped up, brushed my teeth, threw on my clothes and went to fill my thermos with coffee only to find that I'd left it at the office. So.. no coffee for me and I wasted a whole pot.

I grabbed a Coke and some strawberry Poptarts and ran out the door.

I get here, rush in, notice something weird in my reflection as I walked in the glass lobby doors, ran to the bathroom to check and discovered my shirt was on inside out.

But it's okay. IT'S GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY.

I even gave the one coworker I sorta get along with the finger (behind her back, of course) when she announced to the entire office, not once, but twice, that accounting had called for my time card for the past two weeks and that I was the only person who couldn't seem to get it turned in on time. This is after she stood over me, telling me how much she had to do and how impossible it was for her to get anything done, keeping me from getting my own crap done on time.

But it's okay. Do you know WHY it's okay?

Because I'm leaving at 2 p.m. to go to Big City to see Dr. Sexypants. He'll hold my hand and ask me where it hurts and I'll smile and tell him I'm fine while I think about how I'd like to jump his bones, right there in the exam room.

Yeah.. it's gonna be a great day!

Ya'll be good. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters.