This should cheer you up for sure, see I've got your old I.D. and you're all dressed up like the Cure

My stomach is in a bit of a shambles this morning. A little bit tipsy last night I resorted to doing something I haven’t done since college- eat a lot of food late at night. Around 1 AM I enjoyed a Gyro (no sauce), a coke and two pieces of deliciously greasy pepperoni pizza. The nice thing is that since I wasn’t drunk I got a good night’s sleep. This morning I just got some fresh juice and a cup of coffee, which provides a nice combination of vitamins and the caffeine I now find necessary to get through life. At the coffee shop I got a nasty look from one of the women working there. Granted, I might have been staring at her too much, but I have never seen anyone dressed like a Cure fan at age 30 (or she was younger and I couldn’t tell- who knows). I have always been bad at telling people's age. Guys don't care, women I usually either guess a lot lower than they are or I wander higher, either way it is usually seen as insulting. The barista, as Starbucks call them (a term I will use despite the fact that I was not at the coffee conglomerate) was definitely unhappy that I was checking her out, even though that was not the case. I am always a fan of women who sport the post-Goth look. The ones that turn a corner in their late twenties and realize they have to get a job, but they still dress different enough to make sure that people know they “were once cool”.

This morning I had the distinct pleasure of doing what has become one of my favorite weekend activities- the lazy sleep in. Few things in my rudimentary life bring me as much pleasure as waking up, looking at the clock, and slowly falling back to sleep. This happens a few times over the morning and I can’t help but enjoy that transition between being awake and asleep where I know I am going to float back into my dreams. Last night they involved me being back at my elementary school. Perhaps all the “humorous reflection” reading I have done lately has really put me in a nostalgic mood, even though elementary school was pretty vanilla for me. I just remember using a lot of macaroni to make presents for my parents that they acted really excited about.