Monday, February 26, 2007

What a day, what a day...

This morning I woke up feeling crappy. Like, super crappy. But I never miss a day at work unless I'm completely DYING so I got up and got going. I convinced myself that this was going to be a good day NO MATTER WHAT. So I put on a song that gets me dancing every time...

There's nothing like a little 7am disco booty shake to get you going in the morning. I felt mighty real indeed.

When I got to the bus stop it was just before 8am. It was raining. I waited. And waited. Then waited some more. 4 full busses drove past my stop before I finally got on one. It was 9am by the time I got to work. IT IS TOTALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE AN HOUR TO GET THERE. Grrrrr.

When I got to work and sat down at my desk, I suddenly got a harsh tummy ache. The curl up in a ball on the floor kind of tummy ache. I was not pleased. I went to a meeting and got a crapload of work dumped on me for this week. Again, I was not pleased. I got back to my desk and started doing the super crappy annoying stuff I had to get done before 10:30... then Craig called me and I realized that it was 10am and the Police tickets were on sale. So I panicked. I was freaking out because I was pretty sure that I had lost us our tickets... but then I found some. Then I bought them.

SO NOW I AM GOING TO SEE THE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The seats are a little on the crappy side, but I don't friggin' care because the music is going to be awesome. I don't really need to see Sting and his silly little vest and no shirt getup anyways... and Stuart Copeland has always been the good looking one, but he has grey hair now so if it looks like they are the size of peas, then it's no big deal. I like peas.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey at least you have better police tickets than i do! I really won't be able to see the stage... My seat is behind it!