One of Those Mornings

Nightmares and night sweats last night made it tough to drag myself out of bed this morning. Then I realize I'm out of breakfast bars. Phooey. I decide to stop at Starbuck's on my way in, but not the one by my apt. I'll catch the one near the office.

I'm hot leaving the building, and I get irritable when I'm hot. I notice other people wearing jackets, while I'm in a short sleeved top carrying my blazer. The subway is stuffy as usual, and I begin to sweat. There goes my makeup again!

I walk in the Starbuck's near work and find a really long line. Well, I'm already running 10 minutes late; might as well wait. There's a family of Italians trying to decipher the board and fortunately one employee is helping them. Everyone in the place seems to be shouting. I finally get to order my iced tea and breakfast, and the lady says they're out of that breakfast. (it's one of the few healthy choices, so I decline a pastry instead.) They place my large iced tea on the counter as I'm digging in my bag for money. The lady who's ringing me up knocks it over, spilling it towards me and my bag. [angry sigh]

I pick up a whole wheat bagel in the cafe downstairs. So, I asked for low-fat cream cheese and they gave me butter. It's still edible.

So many pushing, shoving, yelling people this morning. I almost feel like crying.

But! I have something to look forward to. One of my best friends from Dallas, Wendy, is coming into town tonight, and we are going to have dinner. I'm so hungry for a friendly face, and I'm very excited to show her my new place. I'm looking forward to just hugging her, but I don't want to let go.