Usually, my alarm is set for 7am so I can get to work at 8. The past three weekdays, though, I've been getting up at 6 to go to work at 7. So this morning, I got up to the alarm, which I thought was set for seven, and I took a shower and rushed around trying to get ready to go pick up girl_on_a_stick and go to breakfast. I kissed Cory goodbye and started out towards the car. Halfway there, I realized that it wasn't quarter to eight, it was only quarter to seven. Ya know, if I was to knock on E's door at 7, I would've been more than the queen of stupidheads. Eek!