I got up this morning an hour earlier than I usually do (translation: 6:30AM instead of 7:30AM). Though, at the time, I didn't realize this, and I thought it was much later than it actually was. Now, I used to think disappointment was the worst feeling ever, which it still is. But THIS--this comes in at a very close second. In theory, it's good that I got up and got dressed and got moving a little earlier; cuts down on the stress of worrying about whether I'm going to be late to work or not. But the fact that I just lost an extra hour of sleep (which I was in dire need of) because I apparently can't read a clock (correction: MANY clocks) really just makes me feel dirty and shameful.

I think the karma surrounding my life wants me to kill myself. Great.