Because I can…random thoughts written down at breakfast this morning.

I don’t believe that I woke up @ 6-7 A.M. in the morning to travel to The City for waffles only to be shot down at three places. Just my luck, eh? Dottie’s was closed because of a fire; the place on Divisadero and Fulton that was suppose to be 24 hours was closed; the place on 24th and 3rd Street was non-existant. And I passed up Mel’s and Orphan Annie’s for these places too.
Anyway, was going to settle for Bayside, which isn’t a bad breakfast, but I figured that if I was up, I’d might as well treat myself. So I drove to Burlingame where I am waiting in front of Stacks for a table. Father’s Day was probably not the day to go out for breakfast, but what can I do now. I will just have to deal with the children I guess.
Have you heard of T.V. Tag? Still I’m glad that there are still no tag-backs.
Aw…the sun is finally comming out. But am I deserveant (?) of it’s rays?
Need to call Dad and Mom after Breakfast…
I need sunglasses. I need alot of things. I need some dreams. Because what is the point of living if you have no dreams to persue.
Kurt, Barry, and Dan are celebrating Father’s Day today. In one way, I’m kind of…jealous, envious of them. On the other hand, it doesn’t really bother me as much has it would in the past. I’m sure the kid crying in my ear has something to do with it.
Thinking about the movie Hope Floats and something about eating alone in public. You have to act like it doesn’t matter or pretend that the world doesn’t exist or something. That’s what Harry Connick Jr. tells Sandra Bullock.
Man, someone has the perfume on thick. And it doesn’t help being next to the door.
The coconut/banana pancake should have been a waffle instead. It’s still good, but it would have been better in waffle form. Also these glasses are filthy. I’m just glad that I only ordered two stacks instead of three stacks. These things are huge.
“I’m not a perfect person…” I’ve had that song by Hoobastank(?) in my head all week long.
What to do, what to do, what to do with myself…
Sleep would be nice, since I have got less than 12 hours this whole week. 8 of those was only because of the Nyquil that I took.
And it’s good to know that I am in good health and the reason for my strokes and heart attacks is because of depression. Apparently, black people are 160% more likely to have strokes when seriously depressed.
At least I’m not the only one eating alone. I guess the secret is to sit up straight when eating.
The Reason – Hoobastank
I’m not a perfect person
There’s many things I wish I didn’t do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I’ve found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I’m sorry that I hurt you
It’s something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That’s why i need you to hear
I’ve found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]
I’m not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I’ve found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I’ve found a reason to show
A side of me you didn’t know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you