It's just turned morning, the laptop clock reads 6:30. I haven't slept. Sometimes physical fatigue isn't enough to guarantee a restful night. Just one of those unwanted lessons to come out of the past 6-7 years.
Shallow confession: cannot decide what to wear to work today. About to dash through the morning shower routine and cannot decide if today is one of those days when I'm so exhausted that I go to extremes to disguise it (read: glam glam glam, high heels, makeup to make a drag queen proud) or just show up in some slovenly heap of 'comfy' attire normally reserved for when I run out of clean laundry and have to make do with leftovers. The debate continues.
I think today is going to require a heavy rotation of Elton John. Oh, God it might even be drastic: the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. (Stayin' alive, baby.)
Tonight's forecast: drowsy with a 70% chance of bitchiness and overcast skies.
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