Grind

Monday. July 9th. By all indications, it must be a work day. Clouds outside, inability to willingly hop out of bed and a full pantry of breakfast makings.

My partner is still in the shower, trying to shake of the sleeps. Her mental and physical state aren't much different from mine: Exhausted.

I haven't had Sushi in so long, that I acutally had an extensive dream where I was eating Sushi with Gooch. It was so real. So real.

Off to the races.

Gregsta'