It's Monday Morning

And I would kill for a chance to drive.

It's the first day of Autumn. You know which one I'm talking about. The one where the rain doesn't quite fall so much as linger, where the heat of summer is replaced with that first biting chill of winter. It's nothing too cold, but the system shock comes from having been cradled in the dying embers of spring's first warmth for nearly 3 months.

And now it's cold. And wet. And gone.

Washington is suddenly Pennsylvania.

6 hours ago I was dreaming for a way to get
Back where the sun was always wet
Just her and I and our blanket of tears
It's not miles that seperate but years

I've got a five speed bike and a two speed heart
And 2500 miles that break half apart
It's raining cold like you wouldn't believe
And I've still got 3 years until I leave

No back, no front, no way to go
Except straight up, hope that bar is low.

It's 8 am, just puddles of life
And I'm going no where
It's 8 am, just puddles of life
And I'm going no where

Maybe that'll be a song one day. Who the hell cares?

I've gotta get some sleep at some point today, but I think I'd rather hogtie people. I dunno. It's a toss up. Maybe I'll play god too. But that's only if you're free.

Sleep would be nice, but I've still got an afternoon I have to (don't want to) have to do.

Maybe I'll sleep later.