the Unexpressed Advantage

Today I thought was going to be a complete disaster. Ever just have one of those mornings where everything seems to predict a mess of a day. Today started out that way for me.

I got probably 6 hrs of sleep tops, and awoke to the soft (and easy to fall back asleep to) whispers of some KT Tunstall song. I decided to take a little risk last night, and put my winamp alarm on "shuffle" before I went to sleep. The result was four soothing medleys that did little to wake me up until my phone alarm clock (backup option) went off 15 minutes later. Oh well. So that's about as far on the wrong side of the bed as one can wake. All toll, I ended up out of bed 23 minutes late, which totally kills my morning routine.

Next I decided to throw out my clothes before I took a shower. Everything was coming together nicely until I went to grab a pair of socks. My last black socks for the week, and one was missing. Oh man. I scoured my closet to find it to no avail. Just to be safe, I manhandled a pile of clothes on the floor 3 times over, but still no luck. Back to the closet – no dice. Oh how infuriating. Time was ticking away, it was now 28 minutes after normal wakeup time and cutting into precious shower time. Not Good. Dan + no good shower = evil cranky dr. Jekyll Dan. Just ask anybody who's lived with me.

So now I’m stuck with a decision. Do I throw on a pair of white socks with black shoes? Or do I go and find the pair I wore YESTERDAY which although is clearly gross will be less noticeable and therefore less affective to my overall self-esteem for the day (I suppose option 3 would be to do my laundry more than once every 9 days – note to Elona, maybe your theory that I need a wife is making more sense after all).

Yesterday's socks win. I saw a guy wearing white socks with black shoes earlier this week (who WAS that, anyway) and it bugged me. Not to mention that one friend who reads this blog told me specifically that I should avoid such a combo at any costs. I threw my socks into the dryer for a refresher run along with a shirt that needed some quick unwrinkling and off to the shower I went, suspecting more strife ahead.

I'm happy to say that I didn't find any though. From that point on, things seemed to smooth out a bit. I somehow got to Starbucks (8am, daily for 1 tall "whatever" on tap). On time. I bumped into my friend Dan there and we chatted. The girls at the counter were both in unusually chipper moods, addressing me as "hey boy," in response to my normal designation of "hey girls."

After the pickup I enjoyed a nice ride to work. It's another beautiful day, as every day is this summer, and as I often do I’ll be making my way down to the beach tonight. Judging my the honey sweet nectar lushness emanating from the tree leaves, I'd say we're looking at about 85 degrees with a gentle breeze by about 6:30 (which in the VC is akin to noon).

It's funny, coming from northern California, I never though of myself as a beach guy, but then again, when there's no beach…

It seems that today will be a good day after all. – dan.