I sat up on my bed.
Oh. My. GAWD.
I looked at the clock.
Then I look at my *other* clock.
I bounced off the bed like a trout and dashed to the Female Love Bird's bed room.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Wayne: "Get Up Get UP Get Up Get Up We're Late!"
The Female Love Bird slowly sat up on her bed.
Wayne: "Eeeeeeee!! I'm gonna brush my teeth first!"
I jumped into the restroom.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, skipped shower, skipped shampooing, and bombed my body with this. (5 sprays per each arm pit)
After putting my clothes on (And electric-buzzing my face at the same time) - I ran out of the door to catch the next train.
While on the train, I called work and lied about the Train Problem...
Wayne: "Uh, the train just stopped moving. I'm going to be late to work..."
Mag: "It is okay, I'll tell the Boss."
Who knew that I would wake up late? I'd usually get up around 6:00 AM, So I'll have enough time to shower, shampoo, shave, apply my eye cream, serum, and day cream. And of course, select the clothes that I would wear to work... Then before I leave home, I'd put some lotion on my hands.
But no sh*t, I didn't get to all that today.
I was 1 hr late to work.
Thank Gawd that the Boss called in sick - Or else I'd feel like crap.
... Anyway, at work... I walked passed by a Co-Worker...
Fiji: "Oh Wayne, I love your shirt!"
Wayne: "Thanks!! It's Old Navy. 50% Off!" (I tried to move away from her. So she won't smell my greasy hair)
Fiji leaned close and grabbed the edge of my sleeve.
Fiji: "Nice Fabric too!"
Wayne: "Thanks!!!" (I hope she didn't smell what's under the shirt)
The day went slow - So I went to the restroom and washed my hair.
(yeah, I was my hair in the restroom)
It's going to take an extra day for me to get over the Jet*Lag.
Oh, Hi, I'm back!