One Of Those Mornings

I wake up early, but get out of bed late. My Internet connection crawls. I miss the bus. I try to fix breakfast. I forgot to seal the cheese package yesterday. I eat it anyway. I wait for the next bus. I forget my MP3 player, my backpack, and half of my lunch.

I cannot stand the silence. I have spent the last thirty minutes debating whether to print the papers in my backpack again.

The rest of the day has to be better. I guess.