Woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head...no, no, that doesn't work. Okay. Woke Up. Got out of bed. Ate some boring-ass food. Scratched the post, kicked a mouse, and wondered how the hell I could get out of here. I bet he thinks the same thing. So let's go, pal! You and me both! C'mon. C'mon. C'mon. What do you have here? A broken heart? A crushed spirit? A world of privileged twenty-somethings, academic elitists, cocooning families, surrounded by blue collars and a disenfranchised underclass? What, are you kidding me? Why would you stay here without her? Hellooooo?? What are you waiting for?? I'll start the car. Damn, I can't drive.

Tags: Bed, Heart