Perfect day

Okay…it’s a WONDERFUL day. Seriously wonderful. I’m sorry, this is going to be one of those, ‘the entire universe is conspiring against me’ posts.
The alarm didn’t go off at 5. It went off at 6.45. there’s a world of difference. The sun is actually out at 6.45, slowly bleeding a pale blue light from its hidden spot in the horizon (thanks to my f-ed up city's standard time having virtually nothing to do with what longitude its at). At 6.45 am its also officially 45 minutes before I’m too late to catch the bus to get to work on time. I was so miffed I missed my morning run, that I decided to cheer myself up with my favorite food in the entire world, Parle-G dunked in milky tea. I try to switch on the lights to further this purpose- but it blinks and dies. Then tries again, but dies again. Flash, flicker and die. Argh.
I switch on the reading lamp and stumble into the kitchen to brew said tea, only to remember that we ran out of gas yesterday. I laugh out loud (yes, i actually lol-ed) and wondered what amount if exquisite non-planning had left me in this dysfuntional state of affairs. I mean, what was I doing yesterday? O yes, I remember, I was at the verge of chewing on tin to get over the restlessness that was seeping into my soul like the black plague. Maybe I should have chewed on tin instead of smoking half a pack and attempting to restart blogging...dang.

Anyway, back to this morning, I proceed to microwave tea and try to lift off the funk by giving blogging another shot, ( I don't want to waste a perfectly nasty morning without dumping my frustration somewhere permanent and public, right), while simultaneously trying not to stain my white keyboard with my Parle-G dunking, tea glazed fingers. However, blog wont- load internet connection seems to have timed out.

Life is constantly posing challenges. How is a girl supposed to get through this on her own? Tell me, show me how.