Mon-daze

I was abruptly awoken this morning at 4am by the sound of my mom yelling at my brother for still being awake at that hour and doing schoolwork, that according to her, should have been finished considering how much time he had been spending at his desk in the past week. YES, it was so loud that I heard every single word.

Then I couldn't drag myself out of bed for the longest time, even after having violently smacked the snooze button numerous times. Tim, who sweetly offered to give me a wake-up call at 6:30, didn't come through. I ended up getting up at the time I had originally planned to be in the office by.

Later on I spent a frantic 10 minutes looking for my car keys only. I was completely bewildered - I knew I had put them on the hook next to the door. Finally when I retraced my steps from the day before, I ended up looking down on the floor directly beneath the hook - and found them.

At the office, I wrestled in frustration with my laptop for a good couple of minutes, not comprehending why it wouldn't click into the docking station. I eventually realized I was trying to put it from the wrong side.

Mondays. Hate 'em.