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Good morning, Miss Lunatic.
I have left you half a cheeseburger in the refrigerator. It's not as tasty as it would have been hot, but it is protein and it is breakfast.
There is no need to side-load any of the new ebooks from the smashwords free book week onto BitBucket, because there are a ton of perfectly good things on there, and we need to go to bed sometime this decade, if not this very hour.
Clothes are picked out. One of the water bottles is in the bag; I'd bring the other one too if I were you, on account of last time. (One of these days we have got to make some ginger simple syrup. Maybe the next time we do candied ginger.)
Bus fare is in the bottom of the little zippered purse, left over from last time we planned to take the bus but didn't actually.
The reallysuperawesome bright teal tights are in fact reallysuperawesome, but that does not make them good to wear on the bus.
The morning pills are in the little green pillbox, which is in your bag. I recognize that a stiff shot of caffeine in the morning is a jarring thing to take at 6am, and dozing on the bus is often a valid life choice, but blearing through work is not actually a valid life choice, and you have things to be doing. Sleep is not going to be one of them after you arrive at work.
For the love of gods, sniff the coffee before tasting. It may or may not have gone off.
Music player is fully charged and ready to go.
If you happen to see any of the various somewhat-dodgy jars of protein powder around, the ones that you might eat in a dire emergency but are disinclined to even look twice at during a regular day, do bring one to work. Getting protein-hungry at work is not uncommon, and since work's common sources of protein outside of lunchtime proper are peanut butter (ew), and cheese (beware lactose) ... yeah.
Hope you slept well.
I have left you half a cheeseburger in the refrigerator. It's not as tasty as it would have been hot, but it is protein and it is breakfast.
There is no need to side-load any of the new ebooks from the smashwords free book week onto BitBucket, because there are a ton of perfectly good things on there, and we need to go to bed sometime this decade, if not this very hour.
Clothes are picked out. One of the water bottles is in the bag; I'd bring the other one too if I were you, on account of last time. (One of these days we have got to make some ginger simple syrup. Maybe the next time we do candied ginger.)
Bus fare is in the bottom of the little zippered purse, left over from last time we planned to take the bus but didn't actually.
The reallysuperawesome bright teal tights are in fact reallysuperawesome, but that does not make them good to wear on the bus.
The morning pills are in the little green pillbox, which is in your bag. I recognize that a stiff shot of caffeine in the morning is a jarring thing to take at 6am, and dozing on the bus is often a valid life choice, but blearing through work is not actually a valid life choice, and you have things to be doing. Sleep is not going to be one of them after you arrive at work.
For the love of gods, sniff the coffee before tasting. It may or may not have gone off.
Music player is fully charged and ready to go.
If you happen to see any of the various somewhat-dodgy jars of protein powder around, the ones that you might eat in a dire emergency but are disinclined to even look twice at during a regular day, do bring one to work. Getting protein-hungry at work is not uncommon, and since work's common sources of protein outside of lunchtime proper are peanut butter (ew), and cheese (beware lactose) ... yeah.
Hope you slept well.
