The half empties

After 5 hours of sleep I bounced out of bed with my Sunday night pep talk still ringing in my ears.

JayZ arm punch, wiggle-wiggle, brush teeth, wiggle-wiggle, apply mascara and done. 20 minute car ride, thug bounce, security greeting, smile-wink and elevator jive. The sound track of my morning reeked of Monday familiarity, but at least I heard the music.

Tracks I could have skipped over but rather decided to turn up volume:

3 hours at the hospital (scary)
running over a cone (whimsical)
prying the orange cone from under my vehicle while wearing a skirt (porno-esq)
overdraft fees (silence)