I've been happily stumbling through my morning, most of my thoughts punctuated with obscenity: "Fuck, alarm!", "Fuck, other alarm.", "Crap, it can't be 9 already, can it? I'd better get up." and most recently, "Shit, how did it get to be noon?". I've had a few cups of coffee and some Dr. Pepper. I have been trying to put off taking painkillers for the headache, which is totally not from a hangover.
I finally realized that it was not going to magically disappear and dragged out my bag o' painkillers. (What? Doesn't everyone carry a random bag full of painkillers?) Only one Excedrin left, so I have to toss a Tylenol into the mix. That can't hurt. I put them in my mouth and realize my water bottle is empty, so I move them under my tongue and head for the water fountain. By the time I manage to get a drink, I have a dissolved pill under my tongue which tastes lovely.
I go for more coffee. On my way to the next building I realize I'm having a bad toe day.
Luckily my headache is starting to subside. I should be done with work soon and can leave early - my reward for working a Saturday.
Next, I'm going to the DMV.