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Probably in more ways than one, but the one I’m thinking of this morning is the most disturbing one. Well, kinda.
You see, in writing moment I’m not awake. No, seriously, I’m in a proper zombie-zen kind of place where I have to actually focus on chewing my breakfast. Yeah. I’m on my second cup of coffee, but the coffeine hasn’t kicked in yet. So, yeah, my brain is not braining all that well at the moment.
But when the phone rang a little while ago I heard myself talk to the guy on the other end in a cheery way that actually sounded genuine. I even laughed at his attempt at a joke. The second I hung up I was back to staring bleary-eyed at my computer screen, holding my cup of coffee without actually raising it to my mouth. It took me a few seconds to process just who the cheery imposter taking over my voice reminded me of.
And to think that less than an hour ago I mentally cursed my mom for being so DAMN CHEERFUL in the middle of the night morning! I’m sure she’ll be awfully proud when I tell her that her lessons of “You can grumble to me and be a regular sourpuss at home, but I demand you be pleasant and nice while at work or school!” has apparently sunk in.
In other news, quarter to seven is too damn early. Eigth is too damn early. And nine and ten.
*goes back to chewing my breakfast and staring blankly at the computer screen while waiting for the coffeine to kick in*
