Fear the Crab

Could barely get up this morning. Managed to eke out some semblance of appearance so as not to scare little children with my visage, and clambered about the kitchen.

Had to put the shoyu chicken in the refrigerator. Maile was cooking it last night and it had to simmer down, so it was my task to finish the process. After I popped the pot into the box, I grabbed my lunch.

I also grabbed a new Klean Kanteen water bottle I got as a gift. I filled it with regular tap water, because here it’s reasonably safe to drink straight from the pipes. Capped the bottle, grabbed my backpack and iPod, and headed out the door.

I got halfway to my truck when I realized I didn’t bring my lunch with me. Unlock the door, grabbed the lunch box, re-lock the door, and gas-guzzle on down the road.

At some point in my commute, I suddenly suspected that I didn’t turn off my alarm clock. Oh, Maile will be pissed to hear the oldies blaring throughout the morning. Pray that it is not true. Pray for me.

I got to the university parking garage, slipped on my backpack, and my new stainless steel water bottle slipped out of said backpack. I guess the mesh pockets on the sides of my bag are only meant to hold tiny water bottles. Now my Klean Kanteen has a “klean” dent along the bottom edge, but thankfully the damage is not enough to severely impair its stand-up-bility.

Recently arrived at my office, I came to the conclusion that the proper way to complete this mockery of a morning was to experience the dawning realization that I had forgotten my breakfast of toaster pastries. And today I have no money with which to purchase foodstuffs from the cafeteria.

Bitchin’.

EDIT:

Scrounged up some loose change behind the cubicle walls, and bought a $2.00 orange from the cafeteria.  I cut open the peel as I am wont to do, but instead of a nice peeled globe of succulent pulp, the insides decided to stick to the peel instead of each other.  When I tried to cut the pulp from the inside of the peel, I’d get orange juice squirted in my eyes.  Thus, I had to resort to the orange peel smile as I used my teeth to scrape away anything resembling my breakfast from the tangy textured rind.