Gloria wakes up with a dog snuggling up to her.
So why one earth would I get up when I can just snuggle my dog? Because the dog just licked my face and made me go 'Eugh, pblehg!' bounce out of bed, do a usual morning routine, BOUNCE AROUND ON THE COMPUTER, practice the recorder (and successfully not sound like a runaway train with locked breaks on a one-way track, buuuut not also sound good enough for my critical self. Translation: I made 4 mistakes in a song.) I realize that I have to go places today (ALERT! ALERT!) shove two books and a play script into a bag, stack another three books next to that, pack a water bottle I never ended up using! Grab the confounded spectacles! Run out the door! Drive to the place! ARRIVE AT THE PLACE AND RETURN THE THREE BOOKS AND MEET FRAND.
Next stop: a milkshake. I got a milkshake.
AHAHAH YOU CAN'T STOP LAUGHING BUT YOU NEED TO SO YOU CAN CROSS THE STREET ON THE WAY TO PLAY PRACTICE WITH FRIEND AND THESE OTHER PEOPLE AND oh I still have 1/4 of a milkshake left. Time to turn into icicles outside with the rest of the cast while waiting for the director! YAS THE DIRECTOR IS HERE TIME TO RUSH INSIDE --I threw away the rest of that milkshake. I is sorry.
I remembered all my lines, though.
TIME TO LEAVE AFTER PLAY PRACTICE, I GUESS. OHHH NO YOU DON'T SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU SO WE'RE GONNA TALK TO THEM WITH FRIEND AND I actually had a good time!
Now we're driving home while I sing Irish songs loudly and I also got wool socks and helped unload the car at home amid cries of 'Is that too heavy!?'' (It was not.)