Jolly Jolt.

 Dear Diary;

I don’t usually have a coffee in the morning, but today felt like a morning jolt kind of day. Now I’m sitting at my desk with my pants undone and my teeth feel fuzzy because if I was going to stop and get coffee at McD’s, there was no way I was going to drive away without a Mcmuffin. Of course, to make it a meal deal was cheaper, so I got the hash-brown too. Anything to save a buck, right? 

I took my car in to get the oil changed at 8am this morning. When I called to make the appointment last week I asked if they had anything in the morning, since I work in the afternoons. I was thinking more along the lines of, let’s say, 10am. I think she was testing me to see how early she could get me out of bed. I showed her. Ha!  After they changed the oil, I jumped in the car and drove to the car wash, not to wash the car (I did that yesterday) but to vacuum and get rid of my garbage. I used the change machine because all I had was a 10 dollar bill but all it spit back at me was $5. I considered calling the number posted for emergencies, but it wasn’t exactly an emergency. My second thought was to leave a note in the box with a complaint, but I didn’t have a pen. I went with the stomp-my-feet-and-curse-like-a-sailor approach instead and then went about cleaning my stupid car.

I’m getting really distracted with other things, so I’m ending this entry here for now.