Words Carved Into My Head
So, the alarm rings at 5:15 this morning, and I have three choices: 1) stay in bed and drive to work. 2) ride to the bus stop and nap on the bus. 3) ride into work.
The internal dialogue (is it a monologue if you are arguing with yourself?) goes like this:
"Stay in bed... so warm, so cozy..."
"No, at least get on the bus... think of all the gas you'll use driving in."
"Yeah, but it's so warm and cozzzy..."
Start to nod off. Then, four words. So prophetic and yet so simple:
"Stage Four Owned You!!"
Thanks again, dude...