7:08 is the new 6:00

I have good news for people who like bad news. And good news for those of you hoping I would find a new hobby (I mean aside from blogging and FNL).

I'm LEAVING. Off on a Buick boatride through the Midwest. Which means one thing for you: Four days of freedom from Sister Christer.

Lucky you.

AND LUCKIER ME. Because it means not only do I get four days off, I also get to spend 24 of those 96 hours in a car with my BFF's from HS.

Thank you Cali, for getting married and allowing this happiness to be bestowed on us all. Minus the 24 hours in a car sort of thing.

Now I need to tell you that although I fell asleep at an abnormally earlier time than usual, I still managed to sleep in by 68 minutes. Thank God for the Doritos truck that pulled in below my bedroom window and had to backup because Lord knows I'd still be snoozin otherwise. I always knew I had Doritos to thank for such great things as the freshmen 15 and learning how to throw a decent sleepover party in junior high, but now I have yet one more reason.

So aside from wearing half my pajamas to work, not showering or brushing my teeth, not having breakfast or packing a lunch, and spilling coffee all over the counter and not wiping it up, today's been going fairly smoothly.

Oh yeah, and apparently waking up in a frenzy does not do an already borderline dangerous case of road rage any favors.

It's a little funny to think about what your priorities are when you wake up late. Like, ok, you have 20 things you normally do every single morning but today you can only do 4 of them. Ready go.

I guess coffee is now a part of my top choices which I never thought I'd see this day come. Although I will tell you I have regrets about this decision because although I took the time to make it, I did not wait for it to be done (thus the spilling all over the counter part) and I did not take the time to put the lid on all the way (thus why my thighs smell like French Vanilla.) I'm thinking that as long as no one was looking to nuzzle up to my legs at work today, I should be able to pass it off as bodywash. Except for if they catch on to the fact my hair looks like I've been camping for about 3.5 weeks and I could probably go for a double application of deodorant right about now. Aside from all that..I think I look/smell/feel pretty good.

Which is obviously a flat out lie since I look/smell/feel pretty disgusting.

Probably a lot like I'll be feeling after a certain sweet forever car ride that begins tomorrow at 4am.