It was cold....yet again. I don't know why I bothered to do this cold morning shower challenge in the first place. It must have been some article I read somewhere, maybe Sylvester Stallone did it. I don't know. Anyways I wonder why I even keep it up, it's just me who knows about it, and it's not like I'm good at keeping promises to myself anyway. If that were the case, then I would call my sister every other day like I planned to. I have to have better dialogue with myself in the morning...
Damnnn what was that noise. I looked over to my bedroom table and there it was. "Beep beep beep". My alarm was going off finally. I swear anytime I set an alarm, I spend all night trying to anticipate it waking up every two hours, checking all the time until the alarm actually sounds. I swear this, plus the cold shower, is like some sick self-sadistic torture thing. Again, better self dialogue. As I picked up the phone, the screen flashed with "Incoming call from.. Clement"
"Yo what's man what you sayin" - me
"Nun man, I'm at your ends" - Clem
"Word, it's early man, and it's saturday" - me
"Yeah man, early bird get that worm, reach downstairs in like 5" - Clem
"hahahahaha, nice try man - I'mma be down in 20, what we gonna do?" - me
"Let's eat, then I've got an opportunity that we gotta talk about- breakfast on me" - Clem
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