This morning I got ready for work and it was a disaster. Do you ever have those mornings where anything that could possibly go wrong, does in fact go wrong. I was a tornado of destruction wreaking havoc on my very own life.
I should point out I am not a morning person, I make sure I get every millisecond out of my allocated sleep-in time. I'm not a fully functioning human being in the morning. In fact, it could be debated as to whether I am a human being at all. I am typically woken by one of my starving cats (usually Dennis), who is quite obviously malnourished. Dennis is so tormented by his hunger that he will resort to batting my face with his paw and meowing in a hideous manner. The alarm on my phone is far less effective at waking me up than Dennis' method.
So Dennis attacked my face, I dragged myself out of bed and poured some biscuits into his bowl, much to his delight, and mine. I then proceeded to get ready. Now, before I get out of bed I think of what I want to wear.... AND NOTHING ELSE WILL DO. If I can't find what I want to wear I know I will have a shit day. It's that serious guize. This morning was one of those mornings where I could not piece together my outfit. Turns out I've lost my favourite black slip so I had to freestyle one out of a velvet skirt and black singlet, ohmygod it was tragic. I then proceeded to spill makeup all over my outfit, stab a hole and ladder in my stockings, and burst into tears on the motorway.
Oh it was a bad morning. Rull bad. I needed some serious Tony Robbins motivation to pull through that one.
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