I’m not usually one of those people who rags on Mondays. Monday is just a day, man. It’s trying.

Yesterday, though. Yesterday morning may have been enough to turn me forever.

I had this huge project due yesterday at noon, and due to my illness and general slackerness, it wasn’t done when I woke up yesterday. I made his and hers smoothies and dived right in – only to not have it completely done when I left for school.

Cue: nervous breakdown while driving.

Then? My parking lot was closed because they’re digging a hole. What is to be put in said hole? Who can say. A mystery for the ages.  I got the project turned in and sat through class, then headed to my office to do some work. (Why not to run? I think it’s a combination of the quasi-South Beach thing and the cold – I haven’t run in like a week. I intend to try to get in a mile or two today, if at all possible, just to prove that I can.)

When I arrived at my office, I realized that my nervous breakdown had apparently precluded my lunch packing.

Fortunately, I took a couple of these from the Marriott when I was there last week. A Super Cookie, yo.

Basically a sugar bomb, but the food you have on hand is better than no food at all. Plus it was made locally, and I find that sort of charming. (Although why I should find a small business in Denver more appealing than one in Austin or something, I have no idea. It’s not like I know either owner.)

It wasn’t bad, but it was definitely more of a snack than a meal.

I spent two hours in my office working on my National Science Foundation grant application, which is so much fun you have no idea. (SARCASM.) Fortunately I had Monk to keep me company.

Perhaps there is something to this sugar high-low thing. After that cookie, I needed more sugar. Moooorrrreee. So I bought a pumpkin latte. Because, yum. I only drank half on the way home, and I stuck the other half in the fridge.

I know I’ve said this before, but my drive could certainly be uglier, eh?

On my way home, my mom buzzed me and mentioned that one of my aunts and two of my uncles were at her house. They’re all in town emptying out my grandma’s house, which is up for sale after 51 years. (That short lady in the middle is my mom. Apparently there were two different strains of genes in her family, because those two guys on the ends are her brothers.)

I stopped by the library because I’d returned a book without an included CD, and I finally checked out the damn South Beach book. Perhaps an understanding of why I’m doing this will encourage me to actually do so (i.e. no more Super Cookies).

Of course, I don’t understand yet… so I had a Guinness when I finally got home.

Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Monday.

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