Good Morning, Sunshine

I was so excited this morning. I was up really early (before 10). I was going to go running and get a good start to the day. I would type up a paper. Write a story. Find a way to help global warming on the massive scale so I don't have to deal with seemingly beautiful days where the temperature is actually -6*F (like right now). I ignored the fact that I was starting to feel a few cold symptoms, and changed into my gym clothes. I was really quiet-like, so as not to wake roomie.

Then I left. When I stepped outside the cold hit me hard. It was that kind of cold that takes your breath away when you first feel it. I pushed forward, trudging through the snow. I reached the gym. When the automatic doors didn't open, I suspected something was wrong. I looked at the hours of operation. The stupid gym doesn't open until 12. Bunch of lazy college students. I trudged my way back to the dorm, thinking about how pretty the blue sky was and how frozen ears wouldn't help me to fight off a cold.

So, now I sit here in my dorm. Still in my gym clothes. Ready to restart the trek across the street at 12 on the dot. I have not typed up any papers. And I most certainly haven't found any answers to global warming. All I have to show for my getting up early is this rather sad blog entry.