This morning...

...I didn't hear my alarm go off. I woke up ten minutes before my ride left so I had to rush. Problem was, I couldn't move very fast even if I wanted to (which when you think about it, isn't always guaranteed). Quite simply, it hurt too much to move. I've never been this bruised in my life, even my ribcage is suffering. What I won't do for a few hours' worth of entertainment. Insane. Anyway, I managed to run out of the house, shoes in hand. Sadly, this is not really an unusual sight where I'm concerned. My sluggishness didn't matter all that much in the greater scheme of things because, as it turned out, the M5 was at a complete standstill. I barely made it in time to catch a bus. A blissfully empty bus. Everyone must have been running late. The lack of people made the trip go a lot quicker than usual, giving me just enough time for a trip to Starbucks. Being a caffeine junkie is a completely unforgiving way of life.