this morning was a young life type of morning in all of its glory. i say this morning, but what i really mean is while the rest of you were in your warm, cozy beds dreaming away. before going any farther, i think it needs to be said that i feel old. i have not pulled an all-nighter since college, and now i know why. i am wrecked today. my body hates me.
|another lame self-attempt|
|o christmas tree, how lovely are your branches|