I woke up this morning at 10am and soon realized it was 9am. I lay there for awhile staring at my high ceiling with it's majestic light fixture — sigh, it is something beautiful — and thought about going for a run. I started to psych myself up to go and it worked so I got up, had a glass of juice, put on my shorts and runners and went out the door. Oh wait, first I grind-ed coffee, set the timer on the coffee maker for 10am, and THEN I went for a run. I don't know what has got into me, I can't believe I went for a run before I had breakfast! I can't believe I got out of bed and put on my runners. I can't believe I am not hung over on a Sunday morning. I can't believe I said good morning to a flock of pigeons. I can't believe I listened to Dubstep before noon. I can't believe how great I feel right now after running, showering, making a great breakfast of eggs, toast and fruit and of course coffee. So now, the question is: what do I do now?
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