deathtoforls

This past week, well, disasterous is the best way to describe it.

I prize punctuality. Perhaps it all started when I was a wee tot and my mother never made it anywhere on time, not even to pick me up from school. She was a busy lady, and I hated her for it. It never mattered why she was late, just that she was.

So I operate under the philosophy that you don't say you'll be somewhere at a certain time if you wont. This applies to work as well. Every day last week I was late. Then today, the most important day to be on time, I was late AGAIN. By three hours.

Fuck fuck fuck. I feel like Tweak on Southpark. I'm trying sooo hard but the pressure!!!

On the upside I had a kickass weekend. Went to Mayorga, a very Mojo's-esque coffeehouse. Bought some beans. Hung out with the crew from work, bbq'd some boca burgers, and drank way too much.

If anyone has helpful hints for getting up on time other than setting 4 alarms which is what I do already, I'd love to hear them.

And with that, I'm going to go eat my salmon and veggie dinner and hope I cooked it long enough