I woke up yesterday horribly unexcited for work. I was tired, the weather sucked and it was Monday. What's grosser than that?

I woke up yesterday to an air conditioned apartment, flipped on the light in the bathroom, took a nice hot shower, came out, turned off the light, turned on the light in the closet and picked out clothes that (I thought, anyway) matched and put on my make-up with light flowing around every corner of the apartment, making things VISIBLE.

This morning I woke up to a sweltering hot apartment with no air conditioning. I took a cool shower in the dark and stumbled around the apartment, trying to get pieces of clothing on their corresponding body parts. I waited patiently for the sun to come up, then scrambled to put on my make-up by the light brought in from the balcony door. I opened the apartment door to go out to wait for the bus and, just then, I realized that the lights were out for ALL the apartments in the building. I felt my way down the darkened hallways, hoping not to grope a Somali on the way. The real kicker was inching my way down the stairs in the dark. I kept on thinking, "If someone else comes out of the darkness, I'll shit my pants and I can't go to work with my pants shit and if I go back to the apartment to change my shitty pants, I'll miss my bus." Alas, my pants were not shit, but I did come frighteningly close to missing the bus.

The moral of the story? Quit your damn whining - there are starving children in Ethiopia, you know. I mean, I need to quit my damn whining, not you.