Tweeting

I'm not a twitterer, but if I were this is what my day would have looked like.

• 5:00am (CST): Overslept. Was supposed to be up an hour ago. Good thing I packed my bag last night. On the other hand, another day in San Antonio wouldn't be the worst thing ever.
  
  
• 5:50am (CST): Final boarding call for my flight. Hopefully that's just the first final boarding call because I'm still waiting to get through the security checkpoint.
  
  
• 5:58am (CST): Made it to my gate with only seconds to spare. Still rocking a major case of morning breath and some serious bedhead. My apologies to those sitting near me.
  
  
• 6:30am (CST): Apparently my lack of hygiene this morning has not deterred my seatmate from falling asleep on me. It wouldn't be so bad if it were an attractive female and not a large man who is built like a linebacker.
  
  
• 7:30am (MST): Seriously, I've never met a more sound sleeper than the man I have just been elbowing in the arm for the last 2 hours.
  
  
• 7:45am (MST): Made it to Phoenix. I've never been more grateful for a layover just so that I could brush my teeth and comb my hair.
  
  
• 9:30am (PST): Locked out of the house. Waiting for the manager. Thankfully she was better about answering her phone than the time when our sink was clogged.
  
  
• 10:00am (PST): I think I might need a nap before I can face the rest of this day.
  
  
• 11:00am (PST): Made it to work finally. Glad I took the nap first. I guess I should be more concerned if I left town and there weren't a million problems waiting for me when I got back. Job security, right?
  
  
• 4:30pm (PST): Wow. This was like the ultimate Monday...only it was Tuesday. Going home early before more stuff goes wrong. Good thing Thursday is Friday this week.
  
  
• 5:00pm (PST): Already changed into pajamas. Roommates out of town, and I have the whole house to myself. Perfect end to this day. Going to bed early tonight for sure.