I fought with myself for a good thirty minutes before finally dragging myself out of bed. I sludged upstairs and sank into my morning routine: coffee, honey nut cheerios, the paper. Awake yet? Not quite. More honey nut cheerios, more coffee, and how about just a few more honey nut cheerios. After wasting enough time I went back downstairs to make myself presentable. It is impossible to make yourself presentable to the outside world when you are still half-asleep, when you are studying for the boards, or when you are a zombie. I gave up, packed up my books, and headed for the car. I got in the car and drove about half way there before finally looking at the clock.
The library doesn’t open for another hour.