Early morning mishap

Lady Grouchalot is very much peeved :/

You are woken up early in the morning by a very loud,very annoying knock on the door reminding you that you have classes today and you drag your groggy,extremely reluctant self away to the bathroom,perform the basic rituals to make yourself look more presentable than usual,mistakenly brush your teeth with the face wash and not realize that at the time because you are too sleepy to give a flying eff (excuse my French),walk in to a few walls,bump in to a few things,curse abundantly,get dressed,go to the extra trouble of digging up your earlier notes,the course book and the rest of the jazzy brass,stock up on your self-amusement material(yes,I at least take along two fictions to the class and plenty of papers to scribble on and doodle away just to pass the time and avoid the dim wit morons that like to swagger along and come sit next to you and chat you up.Forget about that kind of grievances,five hours sitting on your butt can easily bore out a gal,specially a one like me who just CANNOT sit in one place for more than 15mins).You even get your extremely nerdy looking reading glasses ready(some say that they are sexy in a very nerdy,librarian kind of way)purely for the purpose of appearing more serious than you really are,stock up on the tissues,download more music(again for the purpose of avoiding unwanted contact with the wrong people) and finally,FINALLY you get out of your room only to find out that the class is cancelled! This is when your murderous tendencies start to surface with knives,pitch forks,chain saws, nun chucks and what-not,but not knowing exactly who you want to kill can be a problem sometimes.So once again fuming from head to foot like an overheated radiator,you climb back up the stairs,drop everything on the ground and flop in front of the computer,pouring over your grievances on a complain blog.

There is,however a plus factor :)

You get to see The Darling which would have been totally impossible if you went to class today :)

Maybe cancelling the classes is God's way of saying "Awwwwwwwwww.......you kids are way too cute to be kept away even for one day! The Sri Lankan constitution can wait,you two go smooch(celestial harp and chirping birds).God is kind :)

Anyways,I'm still sort of groggy and well aware that my Pj's are starring at me longingly from the bed.So I guess it's time that I get in to those again,jump right back in to bed and snooze off for another hour or so.Sundays are meant to be slept in,not trundle along to a class where the lecturers seem to be trying extra hard to make you fall asleep.

Good morning everyone! I'm heading back to bed *yawn*