It's Only 9am

The morning has come and so has the cat and mouse chase between me and the snooze button on my satanic noise maker. It invariably wins without discretion for my tiredness. It is my solid opinion that us humans are creatures not meant to wake up before 10am.
I made my way to the grill to get the one thing any red blooded American student needs when he wakes up: breakfast. I normally order a bacon biscuit, and normally it comes with little to no bacon on it. Today however, the darn thing was loaded. I mean bacon palooza, LOADED. I take this as a blessing and a precursor to today's awesomeness. I ate every bite of that biscuit as if it were to be my final bacon biscuit on earth. It pains me to write about it because I really want to eat it again.
I walked on the sidewalk exiting the grill and realized that I want to write. I want to write wholeheartedly 100%, and I want to do it all of the time. Now, this is nothing truly new for those of you who pay much attention. I've always loved writing, but never like this. I've never had the urge at every moment to put in words what I see and feel. Now it is second nature. I write in my brain draft's of the blogs or opinion article's I will write later.
I know this little spiel doesn't belong on my 'North Auburn' post because it isn't really an opinion piece, but I wanted to write about the day and what it has held thus far. huh, and it's only 9am.