There are some mornings when the universe conspires against you. Whatever you do, no matter how early you wake up, you will still be late. You wake up at 8 in the morning, thinking “wow I’m up early.” But by mistake you end up waking your mum who wants to tell you about her day, then tries on clothes she’s bought on sale, then makes sure you eat the breakfast that will take the longest to chew as opposed to your glass of juice. Then somehow you rush to get to work, the songs are fabulous on the radio today because you are too busy worrying, and then comes the Governor with his protocol cars. You are stopped for a good three minutes. And the driver misses an exit.
What’s worse is that you do actually tell your colleague, I was late because my mum wanted to try out her new loot.Thank God it’s a long weekend. *A happy, klutzy dance.*
And I would love to be here. I just can’t get over this place.