In the wee hours...

It's almost 230 in the morning and I'm sitting here thinking:

I'm probably waking up my roommate.

You might not be who I think you are.

I have a vision of what I want my life to be like and it's not quite there yet.

There is something I don't know and you're not telling me.

I have to run at 330 tomorrow afternoon and it's going to kick my ass.

On that note...


I'm Audi.