I am cranky this morning and I do not want to be in the office. I am sluggish and unmotivated, and there is no amount of coffee that will help me shake this off.
I drove to work this morning, got there with ten minutes to spare. After I parked the car, I opened the trunk and realized I had left my computer bag at home. So I had to drive back home to retrieve it, muttering curse words under my breath and flirting with the idea of climbing in bed, slipping between the covers and watching Galactica DVDs all day instead of coming to the office. Pondering the facile irony of cylons leading the human resistance movement against cylons is more appealing to me this morning than office politics and spreadsheets.