Cranky

Why do I get up in the morning? Honestly?
I'll tell you, I get up everyday to go pretend I am working at my desk; which somehow doesn't make any sense because all of my colleagues know I am not working. They know because they are supposed to keep me busy. In theory.

Anyway, last night Laura stayed over and we all went to bed around 2AM. Fine. But this morning I was awaken at 5AM when our EXTREMELY loud alarm clock went off. I fell back asleep. At 7AM Jonathan called me from his taxi on the way to Turin to tell me he had forgotten to set the alarm at 8AM for me, which is very sweet but... you know. So I get up, set the alarm and sleep for one more hour. And when I finally threw myself out of bed and sat in the traffic for half an hour, what do I do?

Nothing. I am cranky.