I am NOT a morning person...
as usual, today i wake up late, ( i hate waking up late...i love sleeping ) pinstripe suit, pinstripe shirt, black shoes.
the day tries to begin, the city seems to move like honey, slow , thick kinda heavy, but then again its just my mind.
i once again take notice of my caffeine dependance..and 7 to 8.30am goes by like snapshots, i get my daily dosis and the world takes color again.
in the backgroung i listen to my trainer...in the foreground typing, and a library volumed murmur....in my head "girl from ipanema" is playing...