one of those mornings...

got up, go to bathroom, fall down toilet because paramour left seat up. Lindy will know what I'm talking about.
Get into shower wash hair, condition it, reach for towel, huh? It is not where it should be. Step out of shower, one leg slids across tiles because bath mat is over under sink and not where it should be either, left leg remains in bath, manage not to fall by pulling down entire curtain rail.
Find towel, on the bidet!!!!Wrap self in bathrobe, put on stolen hotel slippers, pad off to kitchen, make coffee, turn to fetch milk from fridge, step in cat sick, third one this week.
Throw slippers in bin. Get kitchen towels, clean up cat sick, get milk, watch as it plops rather solididly into coffee. Swear long and hard. Remake coffee and wander in to sitting room, think perhaps Footeater was correct about sky cracks. Turn on television, discover Mark Cagney on TV3 (whispered) is wearing bright pink stripped shirt, re swallow vomit. Turn television off.
Notice paramour has left bowl from his cereal on coffee table. Feel very cross about that. Notice weather is crap. Feel even crankier.
Turn on computer, stare grumpily at screen. Long work days stretches ahead of me. Want to go back to bed, suspect cats are there and we don't want to see them right now do we?
Plug iPod into computer to charge up for the gym later. Hum, computer is not recognising it. Check iTunes, nope not there. Swear some more. Try to turn iPod on, Apple sign comes up, but no listings. waste twenty minutes twiddling with it to no avail. Email techhead chap I know. Tell him what is happening. Get email back saying he will come over and have a look at it later, but that it sounds 'dead.'
Have a little snuffle about this, realise I love iPod more than mashed potato.
Wipe tears and try to get a grip on self. Fail. Have all out bawl.
Feel better, go to kitchen and make toast.
I am not a morning person.