Headline should read: Best Day Ever turns to Worst in a matter of seconds

I awoke well rested, cold and with three hours til I had to be at work. This is one of the better ways to wake up, trust me. This comes from an older sister who, over the years, has been woken up by younger siblings in a number of debauchery-ridden schemes. My favorite, in retrospect, was the time my brother decided that waking me up by sling-shotting plastic versions of miniature castle boulders at my face was a good idea. My opinion: not such a good idea. *shoulder shrug*

Anywho, later in the morning I had a nice cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee with half and half (my fave and we don't keep the half and half in the house very often). This was followed by a hearty helping of mashed potatoes with cheese on them for breakfast. Then I found revelation and extreme excitement to the point that I was actually giggling with glee when discussing with a friend the relief that is sure to ensue after the election is over. Seconds after that I read an email from a friend who has made it her life work (or at least this week's work) to make Happy Frat Christmas plans for me that will pan out due to the fact that my boss gave me two weekends off! All of this came crashing down when I stopped for cigarettes on the way to work, only to realize that I've been driving around for three days without my license and oh, couldn't buy cigarettes...which I needed, and badly. This was followed by an email from my friend Sarah, who I worked with at Amnesty International last summer. The email described the condition of a death penalty case we worked on where we were able to get a stay of execution for a man who is now scheduled to be executed on September 23rd and for whom clemency has been denied. So, Thursday I'll be downtown at a demo with picket signs on my day off work sweating my butt off and trying to convince people that don't give a damn to give a damn. And then of course, my night plans were disrupted by my having to stay an hour late at work to count pieces of paper with dollar signs printed on them. PS. I do not like the maths especially when they involve les d'argent.

Ok...I'm gonna stop ranting here...things could be worse...but I won't tempt fate. But things could be better...which is the motto here at Broke Bertha's Soap Box...I'm just sayin'. Also, I'm not proofreading this because I don't feel like it...sorry guys.

Ok, I totally proofread. because I'm neurotic.

Good night...