||[Mar. 1st, 2006|10:33 pm]
It is painful to wake up. My conscinous is rudely awaken by blinding light, deffing sound, nausitating smell. the first part of my morning is an adjustment to the world. In slumber there is a gaunt perfection, I am left with only my thoughts without the limmited algorithmic nature of lucid though.|
This morning i had reached a plesant peace with the world. I woke at 9:30. I ate breakfast on the deck in my bathrobe. The morning sky was beautiful. The few clouds in the sky lazily drifted aimlessly. The sun offered a plesant level of warmth. this was the start of a perfect day.
I took care of errands and tasks for the day. late in the afternoon I watched a movie. As the credits rolled on "Beverly Hills Cop" my perfect day was ruined. I completely emotionally crashed. I haven't cried since my last night at UCSD.