Here comes the sun
Wednesday, October 8
I sit, writing a report by stale lamplight. Momentarily the sun seems to move across the roof of my building, exposing sunlight through my window. And I wonder how I could have beat the sun. It seems to me like the sun has more important work to do than me, shouldn't it be up first? This, my friends, is bullshit.
Early morning cheer,
Early morning cheer,
