Cross Dresser?!?

Okay, we’re talking clothes. I guess I must be a cross dresser. I have my reasons, foremost of which is I wake up like a bear with a sore head, usually around midday. I am lethal till the caffeine kicks in and the nicotine pumps up the cardio, which could take from an hour to a couple of years on a bad day.

As you can imagine, this is never a good time for decisions. Unfortunately, I have a meeting in a couple of hours, and I still need to print out the presentation I stayed up all night doing. So deciding what I want to wear is just about the last thing I am thinking about.

I need to insta-grow 3 heads, 10 arms and six pairs of feet trying to multi-task: coffee, cig, underwear, printer’s out of paper, WHAT is this error message, can’t find printer??? It’s right HERE! See? Damn, the cat pulled the wires loose. Uh oh, phone ringing. Client says can we prepone the meeting? Clothes. Shower. Whattowearwhattowear? Pull out the entire closet. Then spot the same thing I wore for the last meeting. For about 8 or 10 last meetings. Damn. Nothing to wear. Catttttt! GET out of my coffeeeeeeee! Never mind, just wear it one more time. Ok, let’s go. GOGOGO!

Ok, so mornings are bad. I already told you that. I just get progressively more grumpy. So yes, I’m a cross dresser. Now if all this happened backwards, and we had to dress at the END of the day instead of the beginning, I can bet I wouldn’t be half as cross. No, really!