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So, I woke up- sleepy headed, blurry eyed. It was a hair up kind of day. I didn’t put on my glasses but grabbed what I thought was a pointy cosmetic brush to part my hair. I put my hair in two buns and stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Wait?! Is that blood?! What is happening with my head?

Oh shit! That was a marker, not a cosmetic brush. Okay— baby wipes. That’s not working, now I have red marker all over my hands and white fuzz from the wipes in my hair.

I spend 15 minutes on this. Finally say “screw it”. I pick up my bag to head to work— said red marker all over my new sheets and my dog is eating my favorite eye shadow.

At least I made the train.

I get to work, grab a coffee and some honey packets; I sit at my desk and start to empty the packets into my coffee. Wait! That’s mustard! God Damn-it!

I proceed to get cussed out at work by an insane person. The day continues on in similar fashion for the duration
until it is finally time to leave (45 minutes late) and I realize my shirt is on backwards.

Sigh.