So, yeah. I’m feeling good ... that is until I’ve reached the top step of the stairs leading to the library, and no messy-looking bun is in sight. Stuffing the last bite of my breakfast burrito into my mouth, I look at my watch, and a frown builds along my forehead. Okay, to be fair, it’s seven fifteen as of this second. Technically, I’m exactly on time when I should have been earlier, but my body felt good this morning, so I went for those two extra miles.
