6 A.M.

So as I sit here in the brink of six a.m., watching the first season of Gilmore Girls, I am in a thoughtful position.

You see, life is completely askew at 6. It is a cold, dark place. Erily quiet. Almost like you are the last survivor of some strange disease that has turned nearly every other person on earth into crazy-super-human-zombies. With my trusty German Sheapherd at my side, I strive to find a cure.

Once I pull myself out of "I Am Legend", I think about how I have been having SUPER intense dreams as of late. I can't always remember them, but I constantly wake up with my body in panic mode. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. However, I can't help the thought that if I were not here, not in Chatham Square, Florida, I would still be asleep. Probably still cold, but I'd have a thicker blanket.