29 JUNE 2007. THURSDAY. 09:34PM.

It's very rare that I have days where I simply refuse to get up for work. When that happens, its usually when my body temperature has hit boiling point and I am coughing up green phlegm. This week has been crazy and stressful, and some mornings I lie in bed finding reasons to sit up and take the first steps toward the shower. Then I remember what's there waiting for me .... the coffee machine, the ex-Barista boss (when he makes our coffees, it's sooooooo darn good), the alcohol so close within reach, the table tennis for friendly competition and hours of fun (have you not seen drunk ping pong? It's hilarious), the male to female ratio (7.5:1 clearly means very little emotional time of the month outbursts), working on the best cafe strip in the suburbs (in my opinion), having total creative control with what I do, and of course that best perk of all ... the dog who would lick my face and sleep on my lap whenever I need a emergency cuddle.

Remembering all that usually gets me out of bed.