I woke up this morning and I felt great. Super great, even.
I was refreshed, invigorated, and above all, awake.
No more of this dragging my half-asleep self to the shower and drifting off to dreamland again under the water.
It was a good morning. Totally conscious, a little SportsCenter, it was nice.
Then I headed downstairs, my dad took one look at me and said "Wow. Are you ok? Are you sick? You look like shit."
So. That's how my day started. I decided not to glance in the mirror and ruin my good mood.
-t
1 comment:
hahaha...too bad you don't have any days left. sounds like a good day to feign illness.
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