This morning I seriously didn't want to get out of my bed. It was so comfortable and it is seldom that I get that comfortable. It was almost tear jearking to have to get out of bed. But the responsible adult in me was screaming that I need to get ready even though my childish side of me was screaming for five more minutes.
Either way here I am not so wide awake but I'm getting there and I realized that this is a good morning. It isn't just a figure of speech. I am happy to be awake and I am happy to be alive. I am happy that I can take five minutes out of the morning to write you.
Thank you for taking the few seconds to read this very short entry this morning. Good morning and thank you for always coming back to read about my boring exsistance even though I don't understand why you would want to. I am not even grammatically correct at all. But it's me. English teacher I am not. Okay I will talk to you later. Love ya'll,