Thus far.

It is 10:38a.m. I have:

1. Snoozed my 8a.m alarm until 9:50a.m, reasoning that I can be late to work and wouldn't get in trouble because it is Saturday. It's Friday. I have never before thought that being late to work is acceptable. I start at 8 on Saturday anyway.
2. Come close to tears in the shower because my urge for coffee was so intense. It's not that I had no access to coffee, but I was upset that I had become one of THOSE people. You know. Soon I'll have a tacky bumper sticker plastered to my... bike. "Don't you even talk to me until I get some caffeine in my system, GOD DAMN IT, people."
3. Dried myself with a towel I didn't realise was soaking wet until it was too late. Actually considered blowing myself dry with my hairdryer. By the time I committed to this plan, I had been standing around naked for a good five minutes and was long dry.
   
4. Dragged myself to the petrol station and paid with a fifty despite having exact change and several smaller notes because I didn't feel up to unzipping my wallet properly. Walked home with coffee in hand and anger in the blood for not even trying to fight this new addiction.
   
5. Noticed that I was wearing a 1980's (doing a lame impression of the 1950's) sundress with blue leather boots. Mourned my loss of style briefly.
6. Put on some Kanye.
7. Remembered that my shoes were from a pretty Parisian boutique and cheered up.
   
8. Become increasingly depressed thinking about how I left my bike at my parents place when I moved out.