Some mornings I'm stressing the whole 13 miles down the 110 to work, pushing in boundaries between the car ahead and me secretly shouting "why are you driving like a c***sucker?!?"
Some mornings I wake up late think about a turn to the right and a day at the beach but I never stray off the normal cycle of sleep and work, sleep and work.
Some mornings I'm two blocks from home when I should be sitting at my desk so I stop for gas, then breakfast before moseying it onto the freeway.
I'm in my own little world this morning.
Every Friday should be like this.
I haven't strayed in long time