hi. let me tell you about my morning.

after a very fitful three hours of sleep, i awoke at 7 to bike with my little brother to the highschool for his drumline thing. the topography of the path to the highschool is similar to that of a rollercoaster, with a very long hill at the end descending to the parking lots and tennis courts with excessive lighting. which means, naturually, i have to bike back up this massive hill on the way back. not. fun. nor is it a good idea to go on such a bikeride without having eaten breakfast first.

upon arriving home, i discovered that my key did not work in the front door. i called my father. ?After three meetings and some lunch, I?ll be there.? THANKS DAD. i trudge down the hill to my back yard which is basically just mud and sit on the back porch. having emptied my purse, i have nothing to occupy my time besides a gum wrapper. so i disect the various plants in my back yard, and after satisfying my curiosity for botanical studies, layed down on the cement and proceeded to fall asleep. it was cold, and i?m pretty sure i heard a swarm of bees near by. two hours later my father arrives and opens the door. with my key.

i love mornings, but they really don?t love me back.