I hate being late to work. This morning, my alarm went off at 6:30 and I turned it off but decided to “rest” in bed for a minute. Next thing I know it’s 7:35…and I’m supposed to be at work 20 minutes away by 7:40. I actually got there at 7:47 which took some Cruella driving. And no contacts or makeup. Sweet. I was so tired from Black Friday the day before and then staying out until midnight watching The Blind Side. (totally great, by the way!) Sandra Bullock is so sassy. I love her.
Then I get home and decide to screw up my relationship. Gee I’m good at that. But seriously, who knew that long distance relationships provoked so much drama? I truly don’t think I’m being unreasonable to want to feel appreciated, however. Surely I deserve that. Right?
