[to]Day.

This morning I woke up at 5:05 a.m.
I clocked on at work at 5:30 a.m.
Overslept, much?
Regardless, work was good; weekends are very similar to days off, because there's no morning rush in Fremont without all of the weekday business people. I got paid to make a few drinks, take out the trash once, and read The Stranger. And I got off work at noon. Perfect.

Earlier, I started working on an article about last night's benefit concert for Haiti. I attended the concert. I did my research. I had my quotes. Yet, I couldn't tell the story.
This was one of the most difficult articles I've had to write this year, and I didn't like that feeling - but it was a good feeling, too. It was a challenge, because, for the first time, I didn't feel like the story was entirely mine to tell.
Weird.
We'll see how that turns out, I guess :)

I'm going to Mars Hill tomorrow. So excited to go back!