Morning amnesia
Nov. 16th, 2004 08:03 amI woke up this morning, startled by the alarm, out of a dream of fiduciary misconduct and financial malfeasance.
What?
Whose dreams am I having, and why?
What do I do for a living, anyway?
What was my name, again? (Someone remind me, please?)
There's something I absolutely HAVE to do today. I can't sleep in. I HAVE to get up.
Oh yeah. I have a spin class to teach. (Can't slack. Clowns will eat me. Get going!)
Okay... all right.... I need to take my miscellaneous collection of random and not-quite-attached body parts, assemble them, and go teach a spin class to a collection of people who like to have their legs removed, folded, spindled, mutilated, and returned to them.... okay, knees and nose need to be pointing in the same direction now... everybody there?
No.
Okay, try again. Two cups of coffee and one powerbar later, I had plenty of energy, but was still discombobulated. And of course, this is the day when my spin class breaks attendance records... I had 18 people, two of them new.
Uguuuu.....
What?
Whose dreams am I having, and why?
What do I do for a living, anyway?
What was my name, again? (Someone remind me, please?)
There's something I absolutely HAVE to do today. I can't sleep in. I HAVE to get up.
Oh yeah. I have a spin class to teach. (Can't slack. Clowns will eat me. Get going!)
Okay... all right.... I need to take my miscellaneous collection of random and not-quite-attached body parts, assemble them, and go teach a spin class to a collection of people who like to have their legs removed, folded, spindled, mutilated, and returned to them.... okay, knees and nose need to be pointing in the same direction now... everybody there?
No.
Okay, try again. Two cups of coffee and one powerbar later, I had plenty of energy, but was still discombobulated. And of course, this is the day when my spin class breaks attendance records... I had 18 people, two of them new.
Uguuuu.....