I do not function well in the morning. But for reasons I am at a loss to describe, I somehow thought it would be a good idea to get up before seven and go to the gym and do CARDIOVASCULAR activities. One evening's promise to self can be the next morning's sincere regret. I almost barfed.
At 7 am I was throwing all the clean clothes on to the bed from the chair, growling about my fricking sportsbra's whereabouts while kiff made toast. Everything pissed me off. Despite a year of early mornings at the CBC, I never became a morning person. It takes more than sheer force of will to get me doing anything in the morning other than groggily riding my bike to work.
Hey, it is almost my birthday, and then a week later, it is Kiff's. If you are looking to get him a gift, I have an idea. So let me know. Also, if you want to go to the aging aquarius party, drop me a line.
