magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I woke up with the sun, mouth sandpaper-dry, head still spinning a little. Drank as much water as my stomach could handle, and buried my eyes back under a pillow. It was a very Saturday morning sort of way to wake up, although it's only Friday.

I've been a day ahead all week. I spent most of Monday thinking it was Tuesday. Tuesday felt like Wednesday. Wednesday felt like Thursday. I went out Thursday night. The Burrito last night saved me from a real hangover, but it was definitely a Saturday start to the day, until I had to force myself out of bed, into the shower, and then into work.

And I wasn't particularly productive today.

I went straight home after work. And getting off the train, a rustling of wind in the trees, I realized that fall is really here. (cf: Scent of spring, summer just sped by.)