Shit, i’m late

That was my very first thought when i woke up this morning and realised it was 8h30. I was late for work, cos i still had 45 min car drive to the office and the only possibility, a teleport station AT3000 that could take me to my work place in 0.4 secs was not yet invented.

The reason why I slept over was quite simple: I stayed up till 4h30 the night before and came home quite happy-drunk…so the odds of getting into bed and up again in 3h were highly improbable…but i risked it. I slept 1h longer and I had to run run run.

I wasnt worried but the first second. It was strange…cos I started laughing my ass off. What a night. What a life. Still running and enjoying. There was no way I was gonna make it but still I tried to have fun and enjoy that “Oh shit” moment.

After all, I was gonna be only 30 mins late… tops. I finally got there 15 mins late, so it wasnt that bad after all. I was dead tired all day and kept myself busy drinking water (for the headache) and loads of black coffee.

Its 19h now, im about to leave the work (1 was supposed to leave at 18h but im just confortable around here)…Plans for later? Get ready and go out. Of course! hahaha