6:00 am: open eyes, look at clock and immediately close them again.
6:30 am: re-open eyes and tell yourself that you still have a couple of minutes.
6:53 am: re-re-open eyes and feel the slight tinge of horror that comes with running late. Spring out of bed, rush into the shower and stand there for too long with eyes closed.
7:10 am: stumble down the stairs, let Foxy out, inhale a large quantity of Frosted Flakes, make horrifyingly strong coffee.
7:35 am: kiss still sleeping wife and baby daughter and speed out into the rat race. Scan the radio for a decent song or any interesting commentary. Conclude, as always, that it is a vast wasteland. This prompts the day’s first decision – Mudhoney or Uncle Tupelo (As a rule you hate country music, so there is no real explanation as to why you like Uncle Tupelo. Sometimes music you wouldn’t usually lend an ear to hits you in just such a way.) The grey, rainy day suggests that Uncle Tupelo would be an appropriate soundtrack, however the fog inside your head calls for something a little more lively. Mudhoney it is – and loud.
7:37 am: grip steering wheel in anger as the Dunkin Donuts traffic stops you dead in your tracks blocking every possible route to the highway. Feel thankful that you dislike Dunkin Donuts coffee and are not stuck in the fifty car drive–thru line.
7:44 am: Finally make it to the highway. Grip steering wheel in anger as traffic crawls over the bridge like a dying tortoise.
8:12 am: finally arrive at the office. Check e–mail, catch up on favorite blogs, guzzle coffee as though it were precious life’s blood.
9:04 am: actually start doing some work. Feel a slight tinge of remorse at having to spend the day designing packaging and displays instead of crunching xhtml, javascript, css and the like. Try to remember that, while not a web design job, this is a pretty good one that pays well and has good benefits. Sigh.
12:05 pm: wonder where the hell the past three hours have gone. Eat insanely delicious leftover pad thai. Wish that you had brought more.
12:20 pm: realize with horror that you haven’t updated here for ten days; wonder where the hell the past ten days have gone. Also realize that this site still needs a lot of work.
12:26 pm: begin typing this, get interrupted twice to deal with issues that aren’t even remotely as serious as they are made out to be.

That brings us up to the present. There are eight more hours to go today and all you want to do is go home. Figure you better hit the afternoon M&M’s early.