8:00: Wake up
8:30: Get dressed in the dark. Misplace favourite bra.
9:00: Tie up wet hair, run out the door, laden with books. Still darkish out.
9:10: It's pissing it down. Dig hat out of bag and commence dismal walk.
9:20: Breakfast detour - run up 3 flights of steps to street level, try not to die.
9:25: Cleverly step on the dry bit of a half submurged flagstone - except that seesaws the stone on it's invisible fulcrum, sending the whole puddle crashing down into my shoe.
9:30: Coffee shop does not take cards. Proceed to unload all of bag onto counter in search for enough change for breakfast.
9:35: Failure. Opt for a cocoa on the pennies found, skip the pastries
9:40: Walk out the door - immediately be splashed a la Bridget Jones by traffic water. A girl passing tries not to laugh.
9:45: Arrive at work to chipper and chatty colleagues. Ignore them until they leave me in peace. Commence tidying tornadoed bookcases.
10:30: Unpack bag of finished books brought from home onto newly cleaned shelves. Discover they are soaked and wrinkly.
12:45: The guy next to me brings in fish pie for lunch, smelling up the whole building.
1:30: Lunch highlight: finding coupon for DangerMouse dvd in the local paper!
3:31: Dusk
Today is statisically the most depressing day of the year for good reason. My most promising thing yet is the dozen cookies I fortuitously bakes last night at home waiting for me.
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