Have you ever had one of those days where:
You wake up and you aren’t really tired. Eh, you could roll over and snooze for another 6 hours, sure, but today…something just feels different. Despite your most sincere attempts at squeezing every last minute of sleep out of that juicy, juicy pillow your body just keeps telling you, “Nope, I’m ready to get up now.” So you roll out of bed, make your way to the bathroom, find the usual cloud of grogginess parted even before the scent of the soap tickles your nose. Huh, that’s odd. After your shower you find that while you haven’t done laundry in about a week and a half you somehow have just the right outfit starring you in the face.
You step out of your door only to be greeted by a brilliant sky and even though it’s the middle of February you’d swear you can hear birds chirping. To silence those nagging reminders of spring you plug into your favorite mp3 player and let loss a tidal wave of cheerful upbeat music (Beastie Boys…Girls?) instead of the sad bastard music you’d usually listen to in an effort to pump up for the day ahead.
When you get on the elevator to go up to your office you are followed by 3 girls in their mid twenties who look like they just stepped off a run way in Milan, and they are all going to the floor above yours. So wearing your positive attitude on your sleeve you uncharacteristically find yourself talking to them. You'd ask them if they all worked at the same office and, when they said yes you’d actually be so on your game you’d come up with the reply, “Man, I’ve got to change jobs!” delivered right as your getting off the elevator. If that happened to you I’m sure you’d hear them giggling pleasantly as the doors shut, and I’m sure it would feel wonderful.
Unfortunately I can’t remember the last time I had a day like that. Well, the last time before this morning anyway. It’s nice sometimes, to get a great beginning to the day in the midst of all the crappy ones.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
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The first half of your story I can relate to, but only after the time changes back. This is my "dark" time of year; the winter of my discontent (and the bringer of the inablility for me to get out of bed promptly).
But that last part with the Milan girls, well, I don't see that much down here in ghettoville.
I havent seen 3 model looking girls around the whole time in Joplin since I moved back in September.
U lucky ba*tard.
Good Blog.
I'm ready for one of those days, excluding the girls of course. Well, I'd better get to the police department to pick up a report about the backing accident I had with the company van last night. The driverside door will no longer open. It's just one of those days--I think it's getting better, though. I really enjoyed your blog.
What a happy day Gibranimo. It's nice to hear that you've had such a happy day...it just, well, makes me have a happier day. It's all symbiotic. Though I will never happily arise from bed. Ever.
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