Rising mandatory; shining impossible

Alarm went off at 4:44 a.m. It’s 5:30 and I’ve managed to complete requisite butt-scrubbage and the scarfage of scorching-hot coffee. Twitter will be my only salvation for the next three days — well, that and hopefully a crabcake or two.

As long as today’s icebreaking-activities aren’t too over-the-top and I don’t barf in my boss’ backseat during the commute, I might actually enjoy this epic adventure. Hell, I remember when puking out one’s guts meant you were having a GREAT time. 🙂

One Lonely Response to Rising mandatory; shining impossible

  1. kara :

    good luck…god that is so damn early.