I Hate Mornings

First off, I really hope that Mark Prior isn't out for the season. Secondly, Dooman, thanks for having me believe that Nomar was coming to the Cubbies..........ass.

Back to me hating the mornings......Every morning it seems like I just want to sleep that extra 5 minutes, even though it won't do me any good. Starting off the day is such a routine process, physically of course. Mentally is a whole different story. The day before, I have done all I can to make sure that I am physically and mentally exhausted so that I don't think about that one thing that has been haunting my mind. However, when I wake up, I'm at my most basic state. I'm not thinking about work or my meal timing for the day or how I'm going to jack up my PR or my 6pm date with the CFC or what I am going to dress up as for the 80s party on Saturday. NO, I'm clouded by my inner thoughts and feelings and chances are that she had some small role in a dream I had last night. You can't stop the mind from wandering, at least, I can't.

We used to walk these streets together and now I'm hoping that I'll never have to meet you.