My mornings usually aren't the "Happy Bubbly Sunshine!" kind. Especially weekday mornings. But they aren't "Hell Day" types either. When I get up, I'm in a haze. Other people don't bother me, as if I have the words "Back off, I bite!" stamped on my forehead. But all you need is a tapful of cold cold water and some strong tea to transform that grump to the delight that is me.
Today morning, it was different. I woke up today with a feeling of utter doom. I was fine, physically, but mentally I was feeling as though the world was coming to an end. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to stay home, watch crummy K soaps, eat Mom's comfort food, and laze. I would have readily done all that if not for the "attendance" twist in the tale. I plan to have no attendance shortage atleast this semester so that I'll spend the fag end of it in peace. I'll have exams coming up, but I'll be cramming in peace nevertheless.
You win some, you lose a lot. Sighhh!