weekday mornings i dread. my phone-alarm vibrates, and my wife roles over away from me. i don’t want to go to work – i don’t want to study. coffee. as i shower, the grounds brew in hot water. the day ahead seems more manageable when i’m standing, when i’m reading when i reach my third cup. weekends I set no alarm, but i sleep no longer. i can’t. i awake. no shower, just coffee. i sit. i enjoy, nothing.
in past lives, i spend a buck or two on paper- journals and such. oddly enough, i prefer a legal pad- yellow, although white will do. i could go on as to my developed preference... the following ramblings will be various excerpts from my legal pad of sorts.