Sometimes I think my life is so routine. I wake up late, roll over and hug mari, eat some food, and go. To the mall. To work To the movies. To a show. With the same group of people every night. But, honestly, I wouldnt have it any other way. I love the same old, same old of my life. Its mornings like this one when I wake up and find my father petrified. He cant talk. He cant breathe. All he can write on a piece of paper is help. I called my mother, and he was rushed to the ER. Its after mornings like this where I welcome the routine. I find that the surprises that appear in my life are ones that I would rather not stumble upon. Show tonight. heart.heart.