and showered, and dressed, and gymbag packed but i don't want to do a damned thing. so, i sit here, writing this, drinking a nice cup of hot tea while the list of things to do dances through my mind...
bills
grocery
laundry
chores
homework

i turn on my windows media player, and listen to ms. king sing it's too late...
yea. yea. i feel it's too late. too early. too much.
saturdays are for sleeping in, goofing off, eating chocolate for breakfast, singing to the sun, remembering how a smiley man grabbed this silly shy girl, and whirled her around in the candle-lit livingroom, dancing and laughing...

i want more memories like that.