Alarm bells should have sounded some warning this morning, preferably with those flashy red lights that make you believe that you were stuck in some *seedy disco from the past.
I suppose I could say it all began with a certain degree of reluctance to wake up (on my part), I could hear my brain protesting... "we need to sleep" it said. I ignored the protests and trudged on with my morning routine despite yet another protest from my tummy, which had a strange sort of pain. I could have listened to Chiquita's radiator as well, when it said that there was a problem. Possibly minor... but no. I didn't listen.
So that is how I, upon insisting on leaving the house anyway, ended up reaching the workplace late because there was a bloody accident halfway through the journey. There was no blood, though, but broken glass everywhere and ogling onlookers, and a terribly damaged car. It would have been alright if I was respectably late (for instance if I was 15 minutes late or more, but instead, I was only four minutes late, which seems pretty pathetic)
I really shouldn't have bothered. Should have let the brain get it's rest, done something for the tummy and checked out if the radiator needed any help. Oh well.
*I really have no idea how a seedy disco looks like, it just sounds fitting into that sentence.