"How Do You Do?" From my To Do List to You

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Very bad start to the day:

Good dreams. Slept in. More good dreams. Oh, ****, I still have to shower. 30 minutes to get ready. Can do make-up on bus. HATE doing make-up on bus. HATE seeing other women do make-up on bus. HATE seeing transformation from Morning Monster face to Presentable Work face. Hate that some women seem to need this transformation more than others. Hate wearing make-up, period. Also, no time to do hair. No gel in hair. I have Mom hair today.

The good? I seem to have lost weight and, for my Amazonian frame, appear to now have a dainty waist. Or, could be flattering skirt. No, waist definitely more dainty. Though, would prefer smaller pores and clear skin to even Selma Hayek's freakishly narrorw waist.

Got to bus stop on time. Only bus was late. Which means I would be late.

Manged to get to work on time thanks to super special third bus that delivered me right to work's front doorstep.

Hair still looks like Mom hair. My own mother doesn't have Mom hair. She has Rod Stewart/Mandy Moore combo cool person hair.

Now remembering that I am wearing the bottoms to my swim suit since, because of waking up late, I could not find clean underwear.

Could not find clean underwear because clean laundry is even more strewn across bedroom floor, and not attempt to clean my room or apartment was made last night as I was too busy talking about music, books, and www.ebaumsworld.com with Rena online last night.

Wasn't even supposed to be online last night.

Or online here and now.

Ah, work. The piles are much smaller but they are still piles. Not even a cup of coffee in me but I think it's time to turn this day into a productive one.

Heh.