It's morning again. Why does this have to happen every day? Every single damned day it's bleary eyes, being smelly and being late for work because I really don't care enough to move quickly. At least on days where I don't work there's coffee and conversation, but on these days I'm providing that for someone else and it just doesn't work when I can't even see properly yet. Blarg.
And why can't my belly make up its mind on how big it is? Yesterday I was pleased with how well my 'diet' is working, this morning it looks like I swallowed a sporting ball of some description. Damnit.
On top of that I'm hungry. Really hungry. Hungry enough to plop down the twenty bucks for the 'big breakfast' at the cafe up the street. I probably wouldn't finish it, and halfway through I'd be wishing I'd just ordered toast, but damn am I hungry.