An uncharacteristically good day

1/23/2009 WRI 1200 Free-write. Topic: Your morning. Focal point: Breakfast.

Every morning I wake up before my alarm goes off. I hate this, but it happens every single morning. Less than fifteen minutes before my alarm, I'm wide awake. I generally coax myself back into pseudosleep so that by the time my alarm does go off, I want nothing more than to stay in bed. My phone sounds its alarm. Not wanting to wake my roomies, I silence it, pulling it under the covers with me. I stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling until the alarm goes off again, this time vibrating against my collarbone. I drag myself out of bed, over to my wardrobe. Picking out clothes is a terrible way to stat a morning. I have so much clothing, but nothing to wear. The next decision is even harder. Sunglasses. Of my 20 or so pairs, what do I want to wear? Eventually the right pair presents itself to me. I grab my phone and keys and head out the door, still careful to not wake my two sleeping roommates.

Up the hill to the Dining Commons. One foot in front of the other. Same thing every morning. I open the door - Christiaan instead of Chuckie is waiting to take my number. 106. I grab my tray, silverware, plate. The peaches look better than usual today. I pile some on, move over to the cereal. The fruit loops are almost gone, but I manage to dredge up a sufficient portion. Milk. Usually a no-brainer. Today, kind of an issue. One large glass of milk - for drinking. Goes of without a hitch. One small glass of milk - for my cereal. As I set the glass down on my tray, it hits the edge and crashes over. Milk splatters everywhere. Floor, tray, but somehow not on me. I proclaim a not-very-carefully-chosen one syllable word and begin cleaning up. Leah hands me a new tray and one of the DC workers takes my milky one with a smile. I make my way to the table without further incident. I sit alone at breakfast - the way I like it. It gives me time to actually wake up. I put down my name at the grill - Kate: omelet with cheese. By the time it comes, I've finished my peaches and I'm halfway through my fruit loops. I stab the omelet with my fork a few times so it cools more quickly. I'm in a good mood today, despite the milk incident. Everything tastes great. A reflection of my sunny disposition. On my way out the door, Christiaan says "Goodbye, Kate." I wonder how he knows my name. He has a list with everybody's name and number, but the list says Kathleen...

NOTE: I also kicked ass on my Spanish placement test (96% heck yes) which continued my streak. Good day.