A timeless summer classic is sleeping in as late as possible and being awoken abruptly by lawn tools buzzing themselves sick right outside my window. Someone had rigged my blinds up so that sunlight poured in right onto my face. I think my mother comes into my room in the early morning and does this thing to my blinds. I like my room a dark, sleeping-in lair in the morning. I wish I kept a pair of sunglasses and a bloody mary right next to my bed so I could drink one and put the other on the first moment of consciousness. I feel a bit better about moving to Denver after having fun in Denver last night. I have this bad habit where I let my amount of fun-ness affect my attitude towards living in Denver. When I am not having fun, suddenly living in Denver seems incredibly depressing. Some things are certain, though: I need to work on writing, and fast, because I am losing my gusto fairly quickly. Someone give me some inspiration.