Sunrise

It's 6:56 A.M. by my microwave clock, and that's what everyone in my family, during the morning ours, goes by. I thought, since i have the time and there's not much to fill it with, I'd leave some people with an entry. Mornings are dreaded by me, and, not only dreaded, loathed and, if possible, bore me to tears. I'd rather be back in bed, not realizing what's going on in the real world. I'd rather be laying next or sleeping next to Stephanie, dreaming good dreams that i won't remember.

I just went out into the piercing cold wind to warm up my car. This wind brings recollections of North Carolina, on the beach, when I'd try to light a cigarette or smoke one, with no success, repeatedly--rather, a much warmer but more piercing wind. It's these mornings that kill me. I'm no morning person, and, with the knowledge of what i may have to endure today, once i've left, school and annoying people and so much more, I just want to stay home. But only one more year to attend. Only 3 more quarters, pretty much. I just have to finish this shit, finish what i've started so fucking long ago, by the education machine. I will make it.
It's time for me to be off. I love you, stepho, miss you.