Allergic to Daylight
Today, I woke up around 10:30am to the sound of my alarm. I rolled over, looked at the clock and wondered why my phone was making such a horrible noise at such an un-Godly hour of the morning. Then I remembered I had an appointment at the CF Foundation at 11:30, so I rolled my ass out of bed, begrudgingly, and threw on some clothes - probably the same outfit I wore to dance last night, but maybe with a different sweater. I can wear the same pants and bra 14 days in a row, but GOD FORBID I wear the same sweater two days in a row. Someone might notice that and make me move back to my parents because I am unable to do my own laundry at appropriate intervals. After throwing clothing on my tired body, I made my famous Eggo waffles, smothered them in syrup and sat at my computer to check my email and catch up on my morning blogs. I have the need to see who has done what in the last 12 hours while I have been in my bed. Nothing exciting, except Tracy emailed me to say that she had me do...