this morning #464.

this morning, a wake-up call from a robot with a posh british accent interrupted her quick three-hour nap. when she first crawled into bed, she’d been anticipating a good night’s sleep but showers of thoughts had led to hours of tossing & turning. if her brother hadn’t got her the wake-up service as a belated birthday gift, she’d still be sawing some serious logs. today was going to be a rough one, with enough onerous obligations to fill an entire week. work had become WORK but she’d make it through on her need to achieve, her desire to be the greatest girl in the big boys’ club. most of them would be dragging ass today too, so at least the playing field would be level.