This is the best part of the day. The wind is blowing...the sparse golden leaves on the knarled tree branches are rustling...the few birds, some migrating, some staying, are singing...and I'm sitting here online while my mom's asleep.
Well, that says it all, doesn't it? 9:01 in the morning and I still don't know what to do other than to go on my computer. I can't go on my mom's super-fast, super-cool computer because 'mom says you don't go on your computer and you don't go!' Very good reason there, hm? And of course, you're not supposed to go on your computer because 'we have to disconnect that wire from your computer.' But they didn't judge