What's So Good About It?

It's Friday. Good Friday. It's late (or is it early?) and I'm up still, again. This week has been really bad things have been kind of blurry. I slept on Monday. In all the meanwhile watching the sunset and the sunrise all in the same course. Since then my routine has been going on the computer, watching some TV and then reading for an hour or so. By then, My mom gets up to get ready for work, I meet her by the bathroom and as she gets ready we talk. About my job search, about my hair, about what's for dinner. Then at about 6:15 I go and move my car. I then walk into the bagel store and see people ordering coffee and getting ready to go to work. Surprisingly, there are kids, probably about fourteen years old or so loading up on snacks before they go to school. Damn, did I ever get up that early for school? I can't remember at this point. Anyways, I order my egg and cheese on a bagel, read the newspaper without buying it, and head out the door. When I get outside I realize my mom told me to pick up some milk, I walk back in, say my goodbye again, and then I'm off.

I go home and by this time my mom is getting ready to leave. I ask her If she wants a ride to the train station, she says "no." She says no alot now lately, I think she just wants me to sleep. I lie and tell her I just woke up when I heard her stirring, but I think she knows I've been up all night. I look like a mess. So I go in my room, strip to my undies, sit at my desk and eat my bagel and snapple while I watch the news. Morning news, early morning news, has always seemed foreign to me. Makes me feel like I'm getting a jump on something that other people don't know about. I finish eating, make one final run around the horn to see whats on and then I pass out. Exhausted.

When I got my bagel yesterday morning there was snow on the ground, on the cars, on the garage roof outside my window. When I finally came to, at about 2:30, my day wasted, all the snow had melted.

Maybe later on I'll go get my diploma.