If I remember correctly, I woke up today yelling at Lance and crying about something. Whoops. Mornings aren’t my best or worst times… They’re just there– existent, semi-painful, fresh and inspiring, awful and exhausting. I normally pick up quick, though, once I’m finally out of bed. But not today. No, no, today was the last day of classes and work before Thanksgiving break, and with a mere handful of hours standing between myself and a long weekend, my body just wasn’t having the whole be alert, be charming schtick.
On days like this I try to make myself wear something different than my normal pullover-and-skinnies combo. I think when I’m tired I am more daring about outfits– not that this was exactly daring, but it hadn’t been worn in a while— because I am only focused on finding caffeine. Somedays I’m like some sad, lost little puppy searching for my owner except I’m a whiny, adult female sobbing about coffee and mediocre morning drama. Lance, you are a patient, patient man and I promise to keep feeding you for as long as you are patient. Tee hee.
Things picked up once I ate something/had coffee/remembered the joyous parts of the day to be excited for in that same way every day picks up, and that same way I always forget that every day picks up. And even wide-awake, I am still happy with my outfit choice. Motorcycle jacket + crop top + long scarf + high-waisted jersey pencil skirt + leggings + boots + nostalgic jewelry = a happy Julia.
Break begins in four minutes. Start the countdown, babycakes, this is my last school vacation.