I'm eating breakfast at 1 oclock. corn pops.
I'm wearing oversized sweatpants. royal servants shirt and cow pattern slippers.
I'm listening to Counting Crows greatest hit. A long december.
I'm a wee bit sick. a cold.congested. big head. wee bit of a fever. hence the great sleep in.
I'm not looking forward to working 3 till 10:30. sick.
I'm imagining myself draggin my sorry behind all over chapters avoiding customers that i'm suppose to be helping.
I'm recalling first term Cape. when I was sick way too much and my roomies took care of me. curfew. clementine everyday.
I'm trying to find humor in a day comprised of broken sleep and work.
I found it.