Mornings Do Not Become Me

i woke up regular time (5:35) and performed my morning ablutions and preperations, as usual, and was on the bus stop by 6:05. somehow, despite the trecherous rain which usually slows traffic to a hault on the NJ Turnpike, i made it into the City 10 minutes earlier than usual (6:40). seeing that i had a couple of extra minutes, i figured i'd indulge and got off at 8th avenue and 34th instead of 6th avenue since there's a Starbucks there, right by the C train.

i got my coffee (5 shot skim no-foam Maple Macchiato), and headed over to the C train. i waited about 15 minutes till one arrived and got on with the herd of Catholic school girls and business drones. three stops later, i'm able to see out the window, i notice that i'm now on 50th street. i got on the wrong train. i went uptown.
i jump off the train and look around dumbly for some sign which will guide me to the downtown platform which has a C train just pulling in. apparently, unlike other stations, you can't walk under or over to get to the opposite platrorm, you have to go outside. so i go outside, in the pouring rain, and look around dumbly (again) for the downtown entrance. after about 10 minutes (and a call to stephen), i find it and wait for another 10 minutes for the right train.

i got to work at 8am sweating, rain-soaked, freaking out and terribly over-caffinated (the more upset i was getting, the more of my coffee i drank). finally, almost 3 hours later, all my levels are regulated. i'm calm. i'm cool. and i've stopped twitching like long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.