tmmi (too much morning information)

i love weekday morning sex. half-conscious, fumbly sex in the brightening dawn just before you have to do everything you have to do. it makes doing everything you have to do that day a little bit cheerier. unfortunately, this rarely happens due to shower politics and time constraints. when i think about it, it's kind of a bummer. this morning i did not have sex. instead i had a bagel that was toasted right and evenly schmeared. and you know something? it was almost just as good. so the next time your bed mate rouses you with morning-breath nothings to get some nooky when you're groggy and not having it, toast her a bagel. or just roll over and suck it up.