I woke up this morning and wiped the crud from my eyes. I looked at my clock, and saw 5:22 glaring back at me. I could have rolled back over and enjoyed another hour of sleep, but I took the road less traveled for an 18 year old during summer. No, I hopped in the shower, woke my self up, and started the day.

I had breakfast at Cracker Barrell with my mom and bros. They brought me a big container of honey mustard, and that's when I knew it was going to be a good day.

It has, surprisingly enough, been a good day. I spent all day alone and doing absolutely nothing. I spent an hour in Home Depot, two hours in Media Play, I took a really scenic route home, and finished a book. Alone time is underrated.

No, I'll never forget your face, but sometimes I can't remember my name.