I'm so very tired of my daily life. Heres the gyst of my morning (I only have the morning, I got bored)

7:00 wake-up utterly exhausted,press snooze at 5min intervals until 7:15-7:30

7:30 remove self from bed in the least delicate of ways, panic sets in at the realization of having pressed snooze too many times,

7:31 stumble around aimlessly, decide to put water to boil for thermos, I got a thermos to take tea or coffee in as I was spending my possible future childrens' inheritance on bad cafeteria coffee. I actually as of late have only been taking hot water with me as I've been too unispired to actually grab a tea bag. Ya, I drink hot water.

7:33 shower-tell self I can save time by not shaving legs, decide to not shave legs,but end up shaving legs at last moment, swear under breath when I cut myself because of shaving sans cream in a hurry

7:45 tear the entirety of my closet out and stare blankly at it's contents strewn throughout my little home/room, wonder for a brief moment if my neighbor can see me parading around naked through my curtains, put everything on, take everything off AT LEAST once as the only thing I'm more tired of than my day is my overused wardrobe *sigh*

7:55 blow dry hair, make-up, put on boots, coat, scarf and mits, parfume myself,search frantically for keys and metro pass and race to the elevator calculating the minutes I'm going to be late and rehearsing in French my excuse for being late. One can really only use the old I-helped-an-old-man-cross-the street once..No really it happened and it made me like 20 minites late...he was really old...and really slow.

8:10 a make-sure search for phone before entering elevator,swear under breath when realized it's not with me. race back into apartement and search frantically under all the recently thrown everywhere clothes until phone is found...surprisingly almost always in the bathroom.

8:13 with phone, awkard elevator moment with several people not knowing where to look, check phone for time every 10 seconds,

8:14 try not to fall or run into anyone as I race to metro accross icy street,literally stampeded by thousands exiting said metro, say non merci to all french journals shoved in face and squeeze through those little bars with all my bags flinging round.


...ya, I'm feeling done with this entry for now.