i love rainy portland mornings

fourteen hours of sleep. ahhhh. wow, i must have been toast. either my body is thanking me, or taking revenge.

ideally, i'd get up, drink a large glass of water and do some yoga. some sun salutations at a minimum.

actually, i make my way to the kitchen, eat some of the bread and brie i left out last night, throw on my best saturday morning wrecked artist look and go get espresso. back home and have a ciggy on the porch.

either way.. life is good. *muah!*