Up past bedtime (again) last night. Dragged my sorry self into work, late again. Stopped at Starbucks on the way in. Not sure how many times the young woman behind the counter asked me what I wanted until I realized I was next in line – and I ordered my usual Venti iced sugar-free vanilla soy latte (try saying that five times fast). Stumbled up and paid for my beverage. Fought my way back out through the crowd and started toward our offices – then turned around and went back to get my drink.
Doh!
