Being up this early in the morning, well, there's just no way to describe it. My coffee is in a travel mug this morning as opposed to a Ive-got-time-to-kill mug. I knew i had to cut it short this morning. You see, waking up with only an hour before I walk out the door is just a nuisance to me. I like my time before work to be long and relaxed with no rushing involved. This morning I rushed so I could sit and not rush. Make sense? Not much does at 530am. Althought I showered, the dawn funk is still on my skin. The after sleep. Ech.

It's dark in here and my lips can find the tiny hole on the top of the travel mug. I predict spills on the drive in the van. Maybe I'll sleep.

Have a good day. I'll be suckin in paint fumes again.