This morning I totally slept in. I totally had one of those epsoides where you give yourself a heart attack by slowly rolling over too see the alarm clock and then realized you should be out the door by then instead of waking up slowly or possibly go back for a snooze again. I hate rushing to work in the mornings. I left without breakfast, without thinking what i’m going to wear, without out my body being fully awake, without my 15mins of TMZ!!
The drive to work was a extra drag, and semi-truck thursdays did not make it any less nauseating. The whole time i was fighting with myself of whether i should stop by Tim’s or straight to the office because I am already late. I ended up going to Tim’s coz i knew that i’d come right back out of the office once my attendance was taken, so what difference does it make.
Coffee has never smelt sooooo gooood, omg i was like in the clouds and i dont even have to taste it yet. Maybe i was still half asleep, the smell of it also gave me a flash back to Grade 5, when i went to Australia. It was before i spoke english, before i moved to Canada; it was the first time i went to a white people’s land. I remember Australia had a very distinctive smell, it was like, everywhere i go, i smell it! Something doesnt exist in Taiwan. And this smell is what i later realized is not the smell of Australia, but the smell of… Coffee and Sandwiches.
Anyways, i’m glad i made the decision to get breakfast, the coffee in my hand saved the morning. The first sip was such a relief, this must be what smokers feel like when they have to have that cigarette.