Thursday, November 8, 2012


This morning, unaided by an alarm clock or caffeine, I woke up at 5:36, went for a run with my neighbor, planned the day, checked Facebook, went to the supermarket, put dinner in the Crock Pot, loaded and started the dishwasher, took a shower, got dressed, said hi to the contractor, and wrote this blog post.

Before work.

Day 8 of my month of gratitude: I am thankful for meth.


But I am thankful for the little gifts of bursts of productive energy when I get them, and the reminders that I do, in fact, get them.

1 comment:

Joe said...

Heh. I am glad you kept writing after "meth."