My Morning: A Timeline

Like I said, I was up early this morning, when tends to happen when you don't give into your urges to watch a movie and go to bed early.

7:45     Take pictures in Beverly Hills, 'cause you're so cool.
8:10     Arrive perfectly on time for your appointment to get blood drawn.

8:15     Wander around aimlessly as your appointment time comes and goes, wondering why the hell the addresses jump from 120 to 170.

8:20     Finally get the help of a nice streetsweeper who tells you that there are, in fact, TWO 150 N Robertsons, one in Beverly Hills and one in West Hollywood, AND YOU ARE AT THE WRONG ONE.

8:22     Rage on the phone to your mother.

8:25     Cry your second batch of PMSy tears of the morning.

8:35     Park too far away from the correct address. Refuse to move your car since you already paid the meter. Rage again.

8:45     Arrive at the office. Finally. Wait. Get blood drawn. Don't even get a lollipop.