an entry without any nano angst in (!?)

[ontology]

Going to work going to work going to work!

I so rarely wake before full sunrise that the silvery blue world of early morning generally means something very exciting is about to happen -- Christmas, or a trip, or Easter breakfast on the beach -- so that has amped the excitement level rather. I have a very fetching first day on the job outfit (erm, sort of a modified, less radical version of my neo-Edwardian vampire slayer costume, actually, sans the stake) and flat shoes, and cookies, and oh dear, being a Grown-Up is terrifically odd, if it means quickly eating cereal at odd hours and having to steal other people's alarm clocks.

(Also I vote today. Hurrah! And eep.)

Well. Off I go, then.

Comments

[lady-moriel.livejournal.com]

oh dear, being a Grown-Up is terrifically odd, if it means quickly eating cereal at odd hours and having to steal other people's alarm clocks.

Yep, pretty much. Although since I usually had late shifts it normally meant gulping down a quick supper before rushing off, and then driving back after midnight when everything was dark and the roads were empty.