The problem with mornings is...

that nothing has really happened yet. I mean, you get the occasional day where the neighbour runs out of his driveway and flings pieces of chicken bones at you, or the guy on the bus with too much aftershave, or the high school girl wearing the miniskirt hitched up her a$$ in the middle of winter, but for the most part, it is wake up, get ready for work, go to work (sleep during transit optional), get to work, stumble to the coffee machine (I knew I forgot something), stumble back to my desk, figure out what the hell it is I'm going to do today and realize that I have no idea where to get scrap barrels to make seepage meters and that I should really learn to use periods instead of commas because then you get real run-on sentences which nobody likes, but who cares, since this is my blog and I can do what I please. Nyah. What was I talking about?