Its official, my first day at my new job has arrived.

Tomorrow morning at 5:00 AM my alarm will sound and I will roll over and stare at the ceiling, the pale white ceiling. I will slowly drag myself out of bed and over to the bathroom where I will start a shower that will probably be too hot or too cold. Moving from tub I’ll stand in front of the sink were I will proceed to shave off not only the hair on my face but a layer of skin along with it. Stumbling to the iron I will put the finishing touches on my uniform. I finish up the routine by checking my pockets for my phone wallet and keys and will be out the door and heading to the HOV slug line by 5:45.

Well, at least thats what I PLAN to do. As my friends and family know, I am not a morning person. There is something about being ripped from my slumber that puts me in a foul mood. Often this problem is exsaserbated by the fact that I never get enough sleep the night before. Already even this evening as I sit here and type this I’ve missed my projected bed time by over an hour. I need to go to bed! Why do I ALWAYS DO THIS to myself?

I have to arrive in DC at the Armory by 7:00 AM. Without traffic its a 35 minute drive. With? who knows…

Welcome to my morning routine for at least the next 56 weeks. Oh joy.

P.S did I mention the pay is really good?

It may not seem new to my regular readers because it uses the same color scheme as my old theme but I’ve just spent the last 8 hours looking for, finding and changing / modifying the theme before you. I think it rocks.

wow, i’m exhausted.

Good Night.