The Mad Dash

I just got back from soccer, stretched and showered and wolfed down a bowl of Raisin Bran. It is almost 1:30am. My attempt at waking up will begin in 5hrs and last approximately 20 mins on a good day, and 30 minutes on a bad day. During this time I will hit the snooze button 4 times, think about staying in bed all day about 3 times, and come up with about 5 solid excuses to present to my boss as to why I need the day off. At about 6:55am something in my brain will start telling me to fuck off and get the hell out of bed. At which point I will sit up and curse the same sense of responsibility that resulted in me having almost perfect attendance during high school.

I will leave for the train 4 minutes too late and roar my way through the morning streets, cursing the slow drivers and giving the finger to the lord of traffic lights. I will pull into the station as the train does, and sprint like a lunatic to reach the doors. I usually make it. And my day has begun.

Well, it's time to start this cycle all over again.

G'nite!