I woke up at 6:30, which, of course, felt like 5:30. I have been dragging ever since. All I want to do is crawl back in bed, but I have work to do. On top of that, I hadn't really looked through my email until this morning. There was a contract for a home sale waiting to be signed by Kenny and I. It needed to be done by this morning. Awesome.
And you know when you are trying to rush around to get something done what inevitably happens is the forms manager won't open, then Adobe won't be loaded on the computer that is connected to printer that, by the way, picks this morning to NOT print, so you will have to find another copy of the form and white out the old information. Except you won't have any white out, because who uses white out anymore? So after you get white out and need to scan the form back into the computer, the scanner won't work. And since you already know that kicking things like the fax machine with a work boot does not actually fix electronic equipment (Kenny, I am talking to you), you won't try kicking the scanner. Instead you will curse and scream and jiggle the cord around until it finally scans just in time for my Internet connection to go out, rendering it impossible to attach the scanned files for over an hour.
But you don't cry in frustration. Oh no. You just cut yourself a big 'ole slice of left over birthday cake, and tell yourself that it is perfectly acceptable to have cake for brunch.