i like

the mornings when. you sleep for only five hours the night before and than wake up to go surf. and than the surf is terrible. and than you try and find reasons why it's not, but its still terrible. but you still watch the surf for twenty more minutes just to see if it might get better, its more terrible. than you go to breakfast, and while eating you talk about how you bad want to surf and maybe it will be better when you're done. you finish breakfast, and go check the surf again, and you think it might have got better. and almost half convince yourself to go surf. but than you realize it only looks better cause your not hungry anymore and the food tasted good. that was my morning, i liked it, i liked it a lot.