Monday Morning Madness

This is an almost ancient draft that I wrote in September of 2008, and left it incomplete because I lost my train of thought. So I'd thought I would try and remember what inconclusive point I was trying to make and eventually finish this post.

I open my eyes and pick up the pillow that fell on the floor. I don't know how I do it, but I somehow know that something is missing. It's still dark in the room, so I deduce that it's still before 7:00. So I wait. What seems like an eternity later, my dad finally cracks open the door and turns off the fan, which puts me in a bad mood, because I like the fan ON. So I get up and wash my face, scare my mom with the sound of the faucet, let her fall from the bed once, help her up, and continue my morning routine. I eat a sandwich EVERY day, and sometimes, it doesn't seem like enough to get me through 4th period. I have no problem with school, it's just the annoyingly monotonous ritual I experience everyday. It's almost creepy.

After I get home from school (which is to be described at a later time),

I drink a half-gallon of gatorade, juice, water, and soda to cool down from the 900*F heat outside.

I think now is a good time to note that my morning ritual has changed significantly since then, because I eat scrambled eggs for breakfast now.