Sunrise
I rolled over groggily at around 7:30 this morning, and noticed that the eastern wall of my apartment was glowing pink.

“Well,” I thought. “That’s either one hell of a sunrise or else it’s the apocolypse.” Thankfully, it was indeed just a beautiful beginning of a day, instead of a beautiful ending of the world.

I’m feeling much less whiny today, thanks to the following superstars:
Geoff Kloske: A man not only good for his word, but also very prompt.
Sam Gray: Gets words “working” and “looking” confused, but makes perfect sense.
Choire: Oh the shame of his post.
Mr. Justin: Who knows how important a cheese grater really is.
George: He writes for Salon.
Yasir Rashid: Literary-ness is next to godliness.