ANGRY MONDAY

So angered every Monday that I wake up to. Cuz it's always 5 am. And a guaranteed 6 hour sleep. Hot mess. Shower. Jump through a billion hoops to get ready and then it's me battling it out in the busy busy streets of the 101 with the rest of the rat-racers, and pedestrians of downtown Tempe.
And then I slog through the day with my worthless classes and starve myself because I don't have money or a packed lunch.

One thing I'm going to miss about ASU is that really really great library. All those resources and QUIET study places and that super untouched retro building with reel to tell tape players, records, VHS and tapes galore. Old wooden desks; my first locker ever, old books from as early as late 1800s as library material. Reading about whatever topic that interests me.

One funny thing I'm going to miss:
That I have my morning commute planned down to the minute. I've memorized the time when I should pass all the exits from Shea to McKellips.
in Tempe, I've memorized when the bus merges onto Rural, when the light rail crosses university, and when I can make a right on red at Apache.
I listen to Insight for Living with Chuck Swindoll at 7 am so I know when he starts to pray and the piano plays a groovy hymn arrangement that I should be driving over the Lakes.
Sometimes I have DREAMS that I'm commuting.