A Dusty Cold.

There was a kind of grittiness to the air this morning as we ran. I've never felt oxygen so grainy. With every breath it was like tiny things dancing on the back of my tongue. The sky was dark and splotchy with every single sunrise color there could be. The bending path covered in patchy, sticky ice and sludge. My, how one misses a morning run.

I believe that the days are just going to get colder and colder. I see spring nowhere in sight. Which isn't really a bad thing. But it also isn't awesome. This biting cold is getting everywhere around me. It lays on me in the night. Shakes my bones during the day. It seems like this track season is going to be a very, very chilly one. I have a feeling that there will be mornings with icy faces and frozen tears. Afternoons at tri-meets with convulsions and loud, obnoxious yelling.

I've been talking futures with my best friend. How we're going to live together in this messed up apartment, with yellow walls and horrible carpeting, trashed and foggy windowed. But it'll be ours. And we'll wake up for class, come back and yawn over our Cup O' Noodles and be thankful to be home sweet home. We'll party and have fun, and I'll carry her to bed when she's unable to do it herself. After we graduate, life is going to be crazy. And I don't know about her, but I'm so so ready for it all.

My insomnia is starting to relax. I'm taking each day in strides. I'm trying my best to keep out of trouble, because it just seems like I'm a magnet for it. I'm ready to get on with the good, get rid of the bad. I'm ready to start this new year with new reputation in this place.

And now I'm spending the night with my insomniac of a sister. Because she's been pacing around and giggling so I suppose something is wrong. Or...she just doesn't feel like sleeping. All I know is that she's lost her love of bacon. [You're not supposed to understand that. Only her and I are.]

I'm going to bed. Going to sleep away into the next day. Going to keep laughing at Gabby. Because she keeps talking about bacon.

Don't ever question. Try to look to the light. Stray from the dark.

*Gabby will not shut up about bacon...