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Like Being Awake in my Sleep

I am totally uninspired today. It's FRIDAY for goodness sake. Just so not in working mode. How serious is this? Imagine this, I almost imagined it was not a working day just before I woke up from a rather pleasant dream, thinking it was a Saturday. Then when I had realisation, I took a cold shower (because the heater was busted) and took my time (really took my own sweet time) to decide on what to wear for work. After that, I took more time to decide which dangly earrings I wanted to put on and in the process dropping two or three sets. When I finally decided on the earrings and put it on, I was good and set to go. After I saw my parents, I got in my car to go to work. As I was about to pull out of parking, I suddenly realised that I've forgotten to bring my work with me (Heh!). So I turned off the engine, got out of the car, got in the house, climb the stairs to get my shite and finally, I was ready to go.

Now the drive to work was thankfully alright. But I can tell that I wasn't fully awake and still daydreaming about the weekend. So as I was coming into the office building and entering the parking area, I dropped my parking transponder on the car floor. Grappled a little to get it back and thankfully the bar lifted with no complications. After that, I wanted to get into my usual parking spot and I had the most RETARTED time! I somehow couldn't get my car into position, much less actually make the car go in the box without hitting the beam or the car beside it. Made a fool of myself for a few minutes and then I said to myself, "What the hell are you doing?! Go somewhere else, there are other parkings around!!" So I went off to find a different spot but at the end of the day, I got in the same exact spot just from a different angle (which was easier). *Sigh*

Anyways, I thought that was the end of it, but NOoo... I went in the elevator, with another girl but it just didn't register that I knew her until she said, "Hi Zima!". I looked at her and went, "... oh hi! God, I'm so blur this morning." Seriously man, I need to wake up from my dream.

~~*I just want my weekend to start NOW!!*~~


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