It's with a C.

I reversed my sleep. I'm awake and it's morning. And now I remember why I don't like to be awake in the morning. You are asleep now, and I didn't get to talk with you yesterday.

I may be inspired, by anger or tears,
But I won't write you another song.
You aren't deserving of my time,
And you'll never prove me wrong.

Instead I write this 8 line verse,
And someday you will see,
It was your fault that I'm not in your life,
As you've only caused me grief.

Steven came to visit me last Wednesday night, and stayed thru Sunday morning. It rained all day Wednesday; even on my way to pick him up at the airport. And yet, the minute the two of us stepped outside the airport together, the rain had gone. The next few days were amazing, we ran around (or I should say rode around) Barcelona with Allison (my moto) and saw everything. The weather was beautiful, and there was plenty of sun. Steve left Sunday morning, I took a nap after dropping him off, and as soon as I awoke, it was thunder storming. As if cold, heavy rain was bad... today it snow-stormed. Barcelona hasn't seen snow for 10 years, and the last time it snowed here it only lasted about an hour. This snow was thick, and lasted all day.. and I felt good, almost like I was back in Chicago- however.. the snow eventually turned to sleet, and then rain.. and the melted the snow, resulting in puddles of water flooding the sidewalks, streets, and stairs to my apartment.