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a pox on friday mornings
Jul. 29th, 2005 08:08 amwhy, you ask, am i already up, about, and on the internet?
because, i answer, in a return to normal, i remembered it was trash day when i heard the sound of the truck turning the corner. i flew up out of bed, grabbed the trash bag from the kitchen trash can, hopped around on one foot cursing and trying to find my other sandal, ran downstairs and out the front door, and managed to get the trash into the wheelie bin BEFORE the truck reached my house. (it should be added that this need for speed was brought on by the thought that there were things in the kitchen trash can that would probably smell if left until next week.)
i felt quite accomplished. i also felt too awake to flop back into bed and lie down again until 8am, which on a normal morning is the time i stumble out of bed and either go to the bathroom and then back to bed, or dress and run out the door with the bike in one mad dash, depending on whether i'm working at home that day or going to the office.
because, i answer, in a return to normal, i remembered it was trash day when i heard the sound of the truck turning the corner. i flew up out of bed, grabbed the trash bag from the kitchen trash can, hopped around on one foot cursing and trying to find my other sandal, ran downstairs and out the front door, and managed to get the trash into the wheelie bin BEFORE the truck reached my house. (it should be added that this need for speed was brought on by the thought that there were things in the kitchen trash can that would probably smell if left until next week.)
i felt quite accomplished. i also felt too awake to flop back into bed and lie down again until 8am, which on a normal morning is the time i stumble out of bed and either go to the bathroom and then back to bed, or dress and run out the door with the bike in one mad dash, depending on whether i'm working at home that day or going to the office.
