Bodies Needs Fuel

I should have known yesterday was going to be a bust. Whenever I don't start off my day with a proper breakfast, it's all downhill from there.

7:55am: Text Rachel to see if we have to go into work.

8:05am: Decide Rachel is driving my pansy ass to work.

8:15am: Running around getting ready while eating an english muffin and blogging.

8:35am: Delicately pick my way across snow and ice to Rachel's car.

8:45am: Hardly anyone is out on the roads. The main road we take to work is blocked because it's being de-iced.

8:50am: While taking alternative route, we are held up by a woman who clearly doesn't know what to do when her car meets a patch of ice on an incline. Rachel calls her a pussy. I take it one step further and call her an ice pussy. I am the Queen of the Ice Pussies. Imagine the crown for that!

9:00am: Arrive at work with a car covered in snow still. Discover the coffee shop is closed. This is not good as I have not brought my lunch nor have I brought any tea. I need my tea.

10:30am: A group of four delegates embark on a Starbuck's run for the office.

11:30am: Did that guy make my latte DEcaf?! It sure doesn't feel like it.

12:05pm: Turning off my iPod I discover a silent office. Where did everyone go? I thought we were ordering pizza? Bastards! They all went to some meeting so they could score free lunches and didn't tell me. Hmphf! Eat banana and pout.

1:15pm: Crabby. No protein. Fading. Offered one of the lunches but told they cost $10. I am not wasting $10 on a salad. Martyrdom, here I come.

2:30pm: Continue to keep iPod on because no one should come near the cage that is my cubicle. Find some stale pretzels and eat a couple. Wash it down with delicious water.

3:10pm: Seriously, can't we go home yet? My stomach is eating itself.

3:45pm: Not. Doing. Well. Can't think straight. Would throw something if I had the energy. Why does hunger make me so easily frustrated?

4:00pm: Rachel swings by my cubicle, takes one look at me and says, "Let's get you home." Ok, she said more than that but that's the part that matters. Clearly, I don't look well. I think I could actually start crying hungry, frustrated tears.

4:20pm: Arrive home. Order Indian food. Try not to pass out.

5:05pm: Indian food arrives. It's the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. Remain comatose on couch for remainder of night.

7:30am: Watch news and see it's icy everywhere. Start to panic about driving to work. Know I must be brave and go. Being an Ice Pussy isn't all it's cracked up to be. Being an Ice Pussy Control Freak is really no fun at all, I'll have you know. At least I will have time for a proper breakfast.