Saturday. 11:37 a.m. I was early.
Aug. 9th, 2003 11:37 amThis morning, I:
woke up
got to hold Spork (aka Fussy Britches)
listened to Johnny Cash's "Hurt" and cried
smelled a smell outside that reminded me of something happy
blew bubbles off of my balcony until I got dizzy, because the air needed soap bubbles
ate a bowl of frosted mini-wheats with a tablespoon
listened to Liz Phair and danced in my head
I need more mornings like this.
I need more mornings like this.