*facepalm*
So I'm sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, having gone to bed at 4 am. I mean, seriously, for all intents and purposes I am so far out of the land of consciousness that my brain isn't even doing a fly-by. I am jerked from this incredibly pleasant sensation by a pounding at my door. I roll off the couch (my bed having been dismantled last night) and stumble blearily to the door, the reptilian portion of my brain that has managed to waken somewhat thinking that perhaps ze_dragon is at my door, dropping off (before she heads to campus) an allen wrench that I asked to borrow from her last night in order to break down a piece of furniture for easier transport.
I throw the door open--sans glasses, mind, no makeup, unshowered, hair sticking up in every direction you can imagine, boobs entirely braless and swinging free beneath a too-big t-shirt that I threw on last night.
Femme: Bzuh? *blink and squint*
Femme's brain: World is oddly fuzzy.....
Obviously terrified moving company guy: Um, hi, we're here to move you.
Femme's brain: wha-wha-what? *blinkblinkblinkblink*
Femme's mouth: Huh?
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *speaking as if to a slow child* Um, hi, we're here to move you.
Femme's brain: Gee this person in my door doesn't look like ze_dragon....HEY WAIT DID THEY SAY MOVE?
Femme's mouth: It's not one o'clock. It can't be one o'clock. Can it be one o'clock?
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *stares in horror at Femme's hair, very politely ignores the unbound boobs of doom* Our work order says 8 a.m.....
Femme: *finally realizes glasses aren't on face, finds them and puts them on*
Femme's brain: O HAI WORLD IN FOCUS.
Femme's mouth: No, you're supposed to be here at one o'clock.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *shoves work order that says 8 am in print in my face*
Femme's brain: WTF NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS NOT RIGHT NO....*consciousness kicks in, along with the realization that I'm standing in my doorway braless and with wrinkles from my couch cushions imprinted on my face* OMG I AM SO GLAD I SLEPT IN SHORTS AND A TSHIRT INSTEAD OF A TSHIRT AND PANTIES BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE OPENED THE DOOR IN THAT.
Femme's mouth: Um, okay, um....well, I guess you could move me but the other person whose apartment you're supposed to move today too isn't here because she's at school until noon.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: Er. but we have a work order that says 8 am.
Femme: *muffled through facepalm* We scheduled for one o'clock.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *pulls out his cell phone* Hold on, let me call my boss.
Femme: *grabs own cell phone, dials Dragon* Um, hi, er, movers are here--
Dragon: OMGWTFBBQ POLAR BEAR.
Femme: We're scheduled for one, right?
Dragon: Well, duh.
Femme: Thought so.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *hangs up cell phone* Er...sorry, our mistake, be back at one. Didn't mean to wake you up! Kthanxbai! *runs for freedom, casting terrified glances behind him*
Femme: *looks at alarm clock set for 9:30; it says 7:58*
Femme's body: HI GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE UP NOW, YAY. \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/
Femme's brain: OMG STFU I HATE YOU.
Ladies and gentlemen, my morning FTW.
I need some damn caffeine.....
I throw the door open--sans glasses, mind, no makeup, unshowered, hair sticking up in every direction you can imagine, boobs entirely braless and swinging free beneath a too-big t-shirt that I threw on last night.
Femme: Bzuh? *blink and squint*
Femme's brain: World is oddly fuzzy.....
Obviously terrified moving company guy: Um, hi, we're here to move you.
Femme's brain: wha-wha-what? *blinkblinkblinkblink*
Femme's mouth: Huh?
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *speaking as if to a slow child* Um, hi, we're here to move you.
Femme's brain: Gee this person in my door doesn't look like ze_dragon....HEY WAIT DID THEY SAY MOVE?
Femme's mouth: It's not one o'clock. It can't be one o'clock. Can it be one o'clock?
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *stares in horror at Femme's hair, very politely ignores the unbound boobs of doom* Our work order says 8 a.m.....
Femme: *finally realizes glasses aren't on face, finds them and puts them on*
Femme's brain: O HAI WORLD IN FOCUS.
Femme's mouth: No, you're supposed to be here at one o'clock.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *shoves work order that says 8 am in print in my face*
Femme's brain: WTF NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS NOT RIGHT NO....*consciousness kicks in, along with the realization that I'm standing in my doorway braless and with wrinkles from my couch cushions imprinted on my face* OMG I AM SO GLAD I SLEPT IN SHORTS AND A TSHIRT INSTEAD OF A TSHIRT AND PANTIES BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE OPENED THE DOOR IN THAT.
Femme's mouth: Um, okay, um....well, I guess you could move me but the other person whose apartment you're supposed to move today too isn't here because she's at school until noon.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: Er. but we have a work order that says 8 am.
Femme: *muffled through facepalm* We scheduled for one o'clock.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *pulls out his cell phone* Hold on, let me call my boss.
Femme: *grabs own cell phone, dials Dragon* Um, hi, er, movers are here--
Dragon: OMGWTFBBQ POLAR BEAR.
Femme: We're scheduled for one, right?
Dragon: Well, duh.
Femme: Thought so.
Obviously terrified moving company guy: *hangs up cell phone* Er...sorry, our mistake, be back at one. Didn't mean to wake you up! Kthanxbai! *runs for freedom, casting terrified glances behind him*
Femme: *looks at alarm clock set for 9:30; it says 7:58*
Femme's body: HI GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE UP NOW, YAY. \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/
Femme's brain: OMG STFU I HATE YOU.
Ladies and gentlemen, my morning FTW.
I need some damn caffeine.....