murphy's day

it was about 9 thousand degrees in my bedroom last night. i didn't sleep a lick. i got up this morning and realized i had ironed nothing to wear to work. but there was a shirt i had ironed but not yet worn for whatever reason. but i tried to steam the shirt i wanted to wear. after steaming it for 20 minutes i decided to wear the ironed shirt i hadn't worn yet. and was late to breakfast. and had to wair forever for the train. by the time i was off the train, i was late enough to work, i figured stopping for coffee wouldn't really matter anymore, and at least give tangibility to my lateness (that made sense in my head at the time).

i got an americano - the drink that is HOTTER THAN THE SUN. and in the elevator ride up to the 31st floor, the lid popped off and scalding hot coffe went running all over my clean, pressed shirt, my pants and into my bag with all sorts of things that didn't need to get wet.

this is also the day i learned my bag isn't waterproof.

i think i'll have a glass of wine with lunch.