Dorm

A bleak morning fraught with a miserable drizzle and gloomy haze peaked through the deformed mini blinds and kindly requested those inside to wake and face a new day. The inhabitants sharply declined, hands slammed onto neighboring alarm clocks in sequence and heavy heads fell back onto memory foam pillows. Waking only wasted time. Might as well get some rest out of these rarely used hours. "Early to bed early to rise" never made it in college. Does that explain the lack of wisdom? The health doesn't seem to affected, but what standard can it be measured against?

Awake. Hot corners activated. Weather, date, comics, quote: all rush at me. Blinking in my boxers, i ponder which t-shirt to match with which pair of already-worn jeans. My roll of quarters needs to last a few more weeks. Suddenly, everything has changed. Much more will change this week as i carve the many blocks of my coming months and begin to architect the structure of my summer. So, this is the new year?