I hate trash-day mornings...

Went to bed early last night, and am still tired out of my mind. And to make matters more wonderful, Mom woke me up 6 something this morning. (For those of you who think this is reasonable, realize that I only have a 15 to 20 minute drive to work--a non-commute by LA standards--and I only take about 15 minutes in the morning to get up and out...I'm a night time gettin' togehter before bed kinda guy...so 7am is reasonable...) And when you've gone to bed well after midnight, that kinda stinks.

Grumbled up, got dressed, took out trash (which, yeah, fine I forgot to put out last night, but sheesh), and just got in the car and drove.

Which is why I'm at work already. And no sleep for me, cuz, secretary and boss to be in soon bumping about and turning on lights and sticking files underneath my nose.

Grrrr.
[sung loosely to the tune of Prince's "Little Red Courvette"]
But hey, it'll be tuesday night, so that'll make it alright, so baby what have you got to lose?!