tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023251807489701199.post-36928309490919299742008-04-28T08:06:00.000-07:002008-04-28T08:19:27.636-07:00wrote this in my head a few minutes ago. Tired.<br /><br />Starting the morning needs a beverage.<br />A Coke or a coffee, can't decide which, deliberated for a little while. Decided on coffee, but the pot was very low. Too tired to walk to Starbucks.<br /><br />First before all of this, I thought about writing all of this. That was while I was walking to the bathroom. Once I got there I felt funny.<br />There is a big mirror in there. It reflected my appearance and I didn't look like I felt.<br />I feel like I should be wearing two day old jeans and a unwashed t-shirt.<br /><br />I stayed up all night.<br />My Chuy was sick last night. He kept throwing up. Laura is taking him to the doctor this morning. I hope he will be better soon.<br />I rented a car this morning, after I dropped my Jeep off at the shop.<br />This Coke is really good. I think it is working.<br /><br />Cheers,<br /><br />Chad:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076559418512718653noreply@blogger.com