I took just one sip of coffee to take the taste of yucky orange ibuprofen out of my mouth. Then I just sat the mug down and walked away.
I plan on sleeping this morning.

Last night after meeting Ashley for tan Mocha Lattes, we went to Joey's and ate Chinese food and played games with the RockU, and I listened to Killer's all the way home in the rain. It sets a certain mood I think, and driving becomes a tertiary function. That's how accidents happen.
But I pulled in the garage at 11:34 and went to bed without preparing at all for my Finance 1050 exam.

So I woke at 6:30 this morning to do some major assignments that I had either lost or forgotten to do, turned them in, took my test (not having studied for it at all, are you kidding me? Me, study?) and I'm back again, in the kitchen making eggs, and feeling like I have a certain hole in my heart.
The sort of hole that you have when you either feel like you are falling in love, missing someone, or you find out you aren't going on vacation this year.
Like someone used your 1942 Cabernet to marinate steak.
Like your brother drove your car into a sound wall in West Valley.
Like you broke your arm and you don't have health insurance.

Hmmmm. I mean, it's just a little hole. Life will go on, you can still do the dishes. You can take a nap. The morning will still go on being an absolutely gorgeous part of God's creation, but you will go back to bed to fix the hole that aches. That Jesus surrounds, but takes His time filling.