waiting. grumping.

usually i am up at a decent hour, ready to be productive for the day. i lie very well too, but yeah, the morning isnt my best friend, but i do try to be part of the big wide and far more serious world starting productivity at 8. i do however hate to leave my bed, at any expense, so waking up is a gradual process, generally embittered about leaving said warm, snuggly environment. this morning, at 7, was awoken to sit guard and wait for the domestic worker to arrive. now here i am, an hour later, still waiting, still cold, still very bitter about parting from my habitat and hybernation, and she still aint here. i have to now pretend to be working and busy, as what else does one do at this ungodly hour, when brain is dead, coffee isnt in the system yet, and body still in sleep mode. im feeling sorry for myself and am grumpy. for no really good reason either, which makes it worse.
damn morning time. damn productivity. and damn the slow boiling kettle.