8:11 a.m. - September 25, 2002
It's morning and where's my coffee in bed?
Crunch time! The end to procrastination and the revving of brain power gives me a high and I feel like a chubby-cheeked toddler on Christmas face to face with a pile of boxes, so overwhelmed he starts hopping and clapping his hands.
Just clapped my hands a la maniac style.
Times like this, I understand students with ADHD.
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This morning, last night, I watched the dew become frost, white and quiet and then melt away.
Have far too much time on my hands.
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Underneath the calm is the cry of a rooster and it is morning.
