You may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?"

Yesterday morning was a very bad morning. It was as though I entered another dimension and became another person. To clarify, Mike woke up really early to get to work for a 8am meeting (which was CANCELLED! ha!). This was the first time he had to get up before I did and boy did I savor that moment. Maybe a little too much. I had to be home since our super was coming to fix the sink at 10am, so I woke up around 8am and had the lazy debate of whether or not I should go running. The obvious answer is yes, but in my sleepiness, ok, not so sleepy at that point, I decided it was better to "walk to work really fast." Right. Ingenious. So I sleep in until 8.30 at which I am disgusted with myself. As I walk to the kitchen to make coffee, I have the battle again. I should go running. Jose wont be here until 10. No, I can really go in the middle of the day (lies!) and I'll walk to work really fast. REALLY FAST. Right. Good plan. So I make 6 cups of coffee, thinking Jose might want some later. Dressed only in my robe, I sit at the computer, check my email and proceed to plant my very little butt on the couch and breathe a heavy sigh as I pick up my TRAC write up. I need to make corrections. But I am still sleepy. I need more coffee. OK. So cup #3 in hand, I flip through the write up while flipping through channels. So I watch Entertainment tonight, followed by Dawson's Creek (I didn't know the show continued as they were in college...I have to say, I enjoyed it). During this time I had two more cups of coffee. Now I am starving and starting to get loopier. A mixture of sleepiness (most probably from not exercising), anxiety, and hunger were leading to poor decision making. I opened the fridge, got some strawberries...and a beer. Yes, a beer. For some reason, this seemed like a good idea. I sat on the couch and as I realized the sad state of affairs; I immediate feel sad and guilty.
Beer is discarded and I realize I haven't even washed my face and its almost 10am. Jose comes, and I am still dressed in a bathrobe. He eyes me suspiciously, then he eyes the beer I left on the counter VERY suspiciously. I think I got the bad tenant award. I excuse myself after I have shown him the sink problem, and get ready for work. As I leave, I realize I have drank all the coffee. And so I offer him juice or soda, to which he replies in a joking manner, "and you have beer!" Yes, I do.
To top it all off, I dressed like a moron today. I wore my "I heart Nerds" shirt with linen pants that are too short and a heavy leather jacket. A women stops me on the street and says, "Honey! You got two seasons going on!" Thanks lady. At least I didn't watch Oprah AND the Tyra Banks show like SOME people have been known to do in the past.