A Little Bit

I hate myself a little bit. I got up at 6:30 this morning. Peed, had some Cheerios, got dressed for work, pood, brushed my teeth, Facebooked a bit, and left for work at 7:30. It's about a half-hour drive from my house to my work. Which, by the way, is on the other side of the 45th Parallel. In other words, I live closer to the North Pole than to the Equator, but I work closer to the Equator than to the North Pole.

Anyway, at 7:52, I was coming into town, and then I remembered... Shipoopi (I'm trying to swear less, so I've replaced the last letter of one certain swear with "poopi," making it into the name of a song from The Music Man. You can't go wrong with musical theatre, I think). I don't work at 8 today. I work at 1:30.

Now I hate myself. A little bit.