I had breakfast in Pancake House at 6:30am.
I was planning to go to the nearby donut shop but both Mr. Donut and Country Style were closed at 6:30 in the morning.
And you'd think donut shops should be open 24 hours.
Pancake House's piped-in music was some old Regine Velasquez CD.
Strangely enough, it was very soothing. (Maybe it's because I lack sleep.)
The rain has just stopped and the sky was still gray while I had my black brewed coffee.
I wouldn't mind coming to work this early everyday, as soon as I get to go home early as well.
While eating I thought that if anyone ever offered to give me a newspaper/magazine column about food/restaurants, I'd call it: HEY! ARE YOU GONNA EAT THAT?!
It's 9:06am. Work begins.