this is a good morning:
waking up (after dreams of a birthday party with hawaiian guests and ice cream cake) well rested, having juice, stepping outside to a sunny day full of blooming trees. the homeless people are sober, have real ciggarettes and shopping carts full of deposit bottles and cans. i have extra breakfast for a room mate, all of next week is requested off, i get to work on time, and find doughnuts in the breakroom.
with sprinkles.
3.3.06
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