typical morning:

i wake up to the sound of the cellphone alarm. its a sound i've grown to hate. and a sound i recognized from the countless people in the street who has the same phone model. and there are lots. In the office alone, one person a few desks from me uses the same tone as his ringtone. and everytime i hear it I feel like throwing stones at it. shut up alarm! i want to sleep some more! in fact, i want to sleep for, oh, i dont know...maybe 6 weeks and approximately 3 days more?

on better mornings a phone rings before the alarm goes off. that i dont mind. when it rings there are only two choices, either way, I wouldn’t mind hearing either voice. most of the time, its who I expect it to be…and for a few brief moments I am happy to be awake. its actually among the best time of the day for me. and like most best things, it ends too soon. And the alarm goes off the snooze mode and starts that irritating sound again.

more and more, I'm finding it hard to accept that second sound of the alarm and let me fully wake me up, to push myself out of bed and get going, to put down that phone and face facts that yeah, I have to face another day here in order find myself home. soon.

so i drag myself out of bed and end the day so that it can begin again the same way the following morning.

pause

I would like to take a moment in the middle of yet another crazy day to say....

Yeah... Its real. I have to ask myself over and over again sometimes just to make sure I'm not missing out on something that actually makes its all untrue.

But there's none.

And I'm thankful for that.

D and D

D and D, originally uploaded by socs.

it was a no brainer. such a simple thing. and so close to my heart even.

BUT I thought about it too late. and i was reminded of it too late. thank you though for reminding me still. i'm saving the idea for something that'll be just mine.

oh well. this belongs here anyway. a souvenir shot of my Dean and Deluca moment.

I think tomorrow I'll go get myself another one of those.