Dodo woke me up this morning at 6:15a with all the noise he was making batting a plastic bag on my desk in my bedroom. I chased him out, looked at the clock, and went back to sleep with some difficulty, determined not to get my day started until my alarm clock made me do so at 7am.

I woke up from a dream and looked at all the sunlight around me. I looked over my head at my clock. 9am! Holy crap! What happened?! I clamored out of bed and my leg collapsed underneath me and I fell to the floor. I shakily got up again and wobbled weakly to the bathroom, where I washed my face, skipped the hair brushing, makeup AND the contact lenses, put on my glasses, grabbed the pile of skirt and sweater in my bedroom that I’d taken off last nite before going to bed (I only wore the outfit a few hours at dinner with college roommie Diana, who’d flown in for a 2-day work-related thing yesterday), and ran out the house and drove to work. 5 minutes after falling (literally) out of bed. It wasn’t until I was on the way that I realized I wanted to wear a cute red outfit, not my baggy brown and black one. I’m returning to work from vacation looking more haggard than when I left.

Oh well. Happy Valentine’s Day, people.