Warning: the following post contains ramblings of an incessant nature.....

For the last week, I have been getting up slightly later than planned without any recollection of waking to an alarm.

After six days of getting out of bed just in time to get myself presentable (i.e. not smelling like an animal or bodily function and not looking like something that was found on the side of the road), and arrive timely at work, or church, or the kitchen refrigerator-- I FINALLY got smart and did the obvious. I checked my alarm. From my extensive two minute investigation, I concluded that the volume is broken for a number of possible reasons:

1) All the furious smacking/kicking I inflict upon it each time it wakes me up finally got to the little guy
2) I have the volume up so loud that the mini speaker eventually blasted itself to death
3) My alarm got so fed up with playing country music (hey, there's something special about waking up to "She thinks my tractor's sexy") that it committed radio-alarm suicide

I arrived at work early (wow, for once!) and in time for the all staff meeting where co-workers try to shove maple bars and jelly donuts down your throat (I think it makes people feel better about eating shit when everyone else is doing it) and where my supervisor embarrassed me in front of the 100 or so employees of our organization. Here is a PLUS: midget man who grabbed my ass at last summer's "rodeo round-up" was no where to be seen (or felt).

I made a stop by the main office before heading out. The young receptionist asked me a shocking question to which I had no choice but to tell the truth (I'm a bad lier- worse than Al Gore who supposedly invented the internet, and worse than Bill Clinton who did not have sexual relations with a certain woman.....). So, the truth is out! Someone at my work knows about my secret relationship with a co-worker.

It has been exciting, refreshing, adventurous, sexy, and scandalous keeping our relationship a secret- especially considering how closely we have worked for the past six months. The secret will probably stay safe for a while longer, so I can revel in this adventure a little longer.

I have a weird eye-twich-pulsating thing that's been bugging me all day. My supervisor says its stress- I think its from two days of boyfriend withdrawl, or maybe it was that bum I brushed by in the elevator, or the old skittle I ate that I found behind my car seat, or my new nasty flouride toothpaste.............