It's almost midnight in Chicago and I've decided to take the next 17 minutes to do Kirk's prompt. In part because I'm tired of trying to think of something interesting and in part because today was a little weird.
6:16 am - My fourth alarm goes off, and I actually hear it. My eyelids feel glued to my eyes, like they do every other morning, and I simply don't want to get up. I know I need to get up, but sleep-me has a case of glue-lids and sandpaper eyeballs, and it's inhumane to get up when you're afflicted in such a manner. Sleep-me decides (without really thinking) to go back to sleep.
6:38 am - I wake up the second time to the sun shining through my window. I'm finally able to open my eyes for longer than five seconds. I grab my cell thinking it was my usual 5-10 minute sleep in. But no.
Fuck you, sleep-me. Again.
I throw off the covers, shuffle skip the ten feet from my tiny bedroom to my tiny bathroom, and throw on the shower. Get undressed in one motion and brush my teeth naked while the water takes its normal 4-5 minutes to heat up (don't hate, it goes from freezing. freezing. freezing. to surface of the sun in less than a second but it takes some time to get there. come to think of it, my shower wakes up like me.) This is all in an effort to save time. On a normal day I'd go lay back down. Yes, I get the gluttony.
6:43 am - Get in shower. Think up all of solutions to the world's problems while also remembering every lyric N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys ever sang. It's highly productive.
6:57 am - Get out of shower. Immediately check phone to see the time, rejoice at the fact that I somehow finished my shower in less than 15 minutes. Start dancing around a little bit to celebrate.
7:02 am - Fuck! Danced longer than I should have. Remember to take new medicine to combat my chronic flightiness. Water, pill, swallow, and chug.
7:03 am - Make up time by picking out an outfit that only requires me to iron the shirt. Start coffee. Iron shirt. Put on pants and walking cast. Do make-up in pants, pearls, bra, and boot. Find this amusing, but there is no time for giggling.
7:20 am - Check time, doing better but know I can't slow down now. Hair, shirt, earrings, coffee.
7:43 am - How the fuck does it take me so long to do my hair?!? Shove everything I need for work in one bag and everything I need for sailing in another. Practically run out of the house (which is loud with a walking cast on) but not before I tie my door shut so my roommate's cats can't get in.
7:47 am - Get one block away from my L stop and see my train pull up. Nope, not gonna make it.
7:49 am - Make it to the platform just in time to feel my meds kick in. Coffee was a bad choice.
Ok, I'm going to stop there because it's officially 12:12 am and I somehow wrote over 500 words about the tiny span of time between waking and working.
I think I'd exhaust a peeping tom.
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