Diary of a complete flake
Aug. 17th, 2005 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeMy alarm rings at 6am this morning. I hit the snooze button four times, feeling uncharacteristically tired. Get up therefore at 6:40. Look out window, and think to myself "Gee it's dark. I wonder if it's raining?" Putter around, check LJ and my webcomics, get ready for work.
Decide to leave a few minutes early to drop off a DVD at my local rental place (Peter Pan, watched it last night, got all choked up at the reunion scene. Am a total sop. Anyway.).
Get on the bus at 8am. At least, I assume it's 8am. Look at watch. It reads 6:59. Damn, think I to myself, my watch has stopped. Look again. Nope, hands are ticking. Maybe the battery's dying. Just great. Now I don't know what time it is, and I'm probably late for work. Fantabulous.
Make a run for the metro, because if it is 8:00, then this is the last one I can catch before I'm late for work. Sit down on metro, turn to nearest guy and ask for time. He checks his watch and tells me it's 7:05.
:::facepalm:::
So I get to work at 7:30 instead of 8:30, grab a coffee and a muffin, and write most of an instalment of Beyond the Pale. May as well put that time to good use, right? I don't know how the hell all this happened. Either I changed the setting on my alarm clock without realizing, or maybe there was a power outage that changed the time on my clock that I didn't notice, or else I moved faster than the speed of light this morning and left the house before I actually got up.
This has gone way beyond absent-minded.
Decide to leave a few minutes early to drop off a DVD at my local rental place (Peter Pan, watched it last night, got all choked up at the reunion scene. Am a total sop. Anyway.).
Get on the bus at 8am. At least, I assume it's 8am. Look at watch. It reads 6:59. Damn, think I to myself, my watch has stopped. Look again. Nope, hands are ticking. Maybe the battery's dying. Just great. Now I don't know what time it is, and I'm probably late for work. Fantabulous.
Make a run for the metro, because if it is 8:00, then this is the last one I can catch before I'm late for work. Sit down on metro, turn to nearest guy and ask for time. He checks his watch and tells me it's 7:05.
:::facepalm:::
So I get to work at 7:30 instead of 8:30, grab a coffee and a muffin, and write most of an instalment of Beyond the Pale. May as well put that time to good use, right? I don't know how the hell all this happened. Either I changed the setting on my alarm clock without realizing, or maybe there was a power outage that changed the time on my clock that I didn't notice, or else I moved faster than the speed of light this morning and left the house before I actually got up.
This has gone way beyond absent-minded.