The Walk

I'm hoping tomorrow will turn into a decent 'grind' day as I'm forced to wake up early because my landlord is coming by to pick up the rent and well, I don't have that sort of cash on me so I need to run to the bank.

I'll groggily throw myself out of bed, stand around aimlessly until I find sweatpants/my favorite hoodie, and stumble my barely conscious self down to the CIBC in freezing cold weather. Yeah, this is going to suck.


I'm about 6 hours from looking like this, minus the bright colors and enthusiasm

Well, at least I'll be awake by that point and can celebrate with some sort of caffeinated beverage/breakfast combination. Hot Peppermint Mocha/Bagel? Green Tea Rockstar/Egg Whites? Obviously one of those two sounds much more appealing than its counterpart, but we'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow morning. Perhaps I'll be in a health-conscious mood.

Times like these make me realize how nice it'd be to have an assistant who could take care of this stuff for me. I swear, I must have written about this before but I can't seem to find 'assistant' in any of my past blog entries. Really? I know it's in there somewhere. A year ago I came close to hiring someone but decided against it because I felt like I'd be throwing money away. But with tomorrow's events looming, it doesn't seem like such a horrible idea. Realistically, I'll likely hold off on hiring an assistant until I get to Thailand -- at that point the 'salary' I'm paying someone to pick up groceries/do laundry/tuck me in at night will be minimal and well worth the cost. Until then, I guess I have to do stuff myself. Womp wahh.