Go Figure

Among the plethora of things I have to do these days, I have a few blog entries in the works that I know people are waiting to see. Thom's waiting to see about the black socks, and Lia's got a bunch of fantastic interview questions for me. I have yet to get to these, as much of my time has been eaten up by those little things called "responsibilities." Damn them.

I would post about one of those aforementioned things today, but I like to put a decent amount of thought into things, and so will postpone them for a day or two. Instead, I was presented with an opportunity for a blog entry that I simply could not pass up.

This morning I had the misfortune of having to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn. I'm talking 5:45, a time largely considered nothing short of inhumane for anyone to actually have to crack one's eyelids. Say all you want to the contrary, but I will refute you mercilessly. It's just plain wrong.

Regardless, I managed to drag my sorry butt out of bed. I consider this to be nothing short of miraculous, given my severe aversion to those dreaded things called "mornings." Of course, my body fought me every step of the way, doing its best to drag me down and generally slow down the morning rituals of brushing my teeth, showering, and eating a bowl of cereal.

But I emerged victorious. After my delicious and nutritious meal of Golden Crisp cereal, I (to my subconscious's dismay) was actually feeling rather energetic and upbeat. I got to watch the sun rise, and for the most part, things were really pleasant.

That is, until I hit the road to school, and found myself playing with early morning traffic. Talk about adventure. Me playing music and singing and dancing with no shame, and everyone else on the road with coffee mugs in hand and scowls on their faces. I never realized it, but road rage is at its worst in that 6:30-7am traffic, with everyone scowling and weaving in and out of lanes.

And then there's me, totally out of character for the time of day but in my usual chipper driving state. Go figure. What a day.