Wednesday, December 16, 2009

There's A Songbird On My Pillow...

I can see the fun in weeping willow
I can see the sun.

-Vanity Fare

My morning routine:
I set my clock five minutes early to get maximum snuggle time before I have to wake up and face my day. Stumble around Jesse's apartment and try to assemble myself to look half human. Pour myself a bowl of cereal and read old skateboarding magazines. Get into car and curse everyone who doesn't have to be up at ungodly hours.

This morning however, there was a note on the table and the back of a ripped up cereal box. The note read, "Dallas couldn't figure out the puzzles on the back of this cereal box. Can you? Also, there's juice in the fridge for you. Have a good day at work."

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