Had to get up ass early this morning, aka 6am. This from a person who does not normally stir until about 8, so it was big-time. In preparation for this, I laid out all my clothes for today ala the first day of school. I actually woke up at 545 because--oh just shut up--I was crying in my dream and I woke myself up. I won't tell you what the dream was about because it was just so lame and okay I will tell you. I was sitting in front of these two horrible boys in an assembly-type thing, and they jacked off and smeared cum in my hair. So I am running around (with cum-streaked hair I might add) for the rest of the dream trying to get someone to I don't know arrest? punish? give a stern talking-to? to the boys. And no one will take me seriously and everyone keeps laughing at me, so I finally got really frustrated and started crying. Then I woke up, saw it was 545, thought this was VERY UNFAIR as the alarm was going to go off in 15 minutes, and tried to go back to sleep. But it was really hard because my nose was all stopped up from the crying. Still, I did get up when the alarm went off (okay one snooze but the clock is fast anyway), and was on my way in a flash. Laying out your clothes the night before really helps. Got to work and everything was VERY STILL. And dark. So I turned on the lights. Had one email, from dictionary.com, who provides me with a word of the day. Today's?

bailiwick \BAY-luh-wik\, noun:
1. A person's specific area of knowledge, authority, interest,
skill, or work.
2. The office or district of a bailiff.

Sent an email to prove that I was here really early, then checked the news: CNN. Not much there. Hmm, an hour later, a couple people are actually here. The moment is fading. The magic is gone. It's Thursday.