The Morning Crash

At 7:42 a.m. many people are just getting up and about from their overnight slumber, perhaps dreading the day to come, or just simply wishing to just lay right back down but can't. Some go out jogging, others stop by the local Quick Trip to get some gas and coffee before heading presumably to work, all of them having been up for maybe an hour or two at the most.

At 7:42 a.m., I finally got home from work. It was a typical eight hour Friday night into Saturday morning shift. Nothing really eventful since the main "life" of the crew's mischieveous side was off as well as the night manager. Just plenty of time to think.

What I hate is by the time I get home, I've lost all coherant thought and any solid memory of some of the insightful thoughts from the night (I vaguely remember some memories of an old friend from years ago and some semi-somber reflection).

Heh, and I thought what I was brain storming about at work was hazy... try the school day before the work and the afterschool nap. Am I just that absent minded, or was it as boring of a day for the most part as I remember it being? O_o Part of my mind is now spinning off onto a tangent about how do you know something is real. Heh.