It Must Be Friday.

It's 5:48am and I'm alone in the kitchen. I hear Timmy rumbling around down in his room, but Marco is nowhere to be found. He's probably sleeping peacefully. It's a bummer, man. I really like the chemistry of the three of us together in the wee hours of the morning. I go to bed each morning with a smile on my face after hearing about the night I missed, except on Fridays. I'd go more in detail, but you don't care.


Playlist for the past two days:

- the song 'Banana Splits' by The Dickies (over and over again).
- St. Vitus 'St. Vitus' record played very loud in my car.
- Morning time at the Lodge (well, minus right now).
- the quesadilla.