Missed the bus, late for work. I don't know why it takes so much effort for me to get up, maybe it was since I woke up at 9am and didn't go back to sleep for an hour or so. I woke up on the bathroom floor, wrapped in all my blankets, sweating. I hit the snooze button on the alarm twice, then sat in the shower for a time. I scrambled for some clothes that didn't smell too bad then hit the door. I can't stand the sunlight, walking outside it hits me like a slap on my cheek. I finally make into work, my mood improves. "Make a joke, share a smoke" to quote someone.