So I slept in this morning. Woke up at 7:40 am, have to be at work at 8:00 am. No biggie, it's Friday.
Braided out my bangs (since they look super greasy otherwise), brushed teeth, washed face, applied makeup, deoderant, clothes on, and headed out the door. I even had time to locate my kitten in my messy room, and get him out of there for the day.
I feel odd now though. I love my morning routine, even if it is rushed most days. I generally stumble out of bed at 7:00 am, and straight into the shower. I'm standing under the hot spray for at least 15 minutes, cracking joints that need cracking, and scrubbing, shaving, and shampooing.
Following my shower I head to my room, dry and straighten my hair, throw on some makeup and get dressed.
I'd love to be one of those people who gets up early without fail, and has time to be organized, pack a lunch, eat a wholesome breakfast and all that jazz, but I'm not. I rush my mornings, and enjoy the last bit of sleep I can grab before facing the day.
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