I miss the YMCA.  I miss asking every pretty lifeguard if I get chlorine in my ear will my brain itch just so they could think I'm retarded.  I miss the sleezy faces I would make at the one with the junk in her trunk just cause I knew it would make me look sleezy.  I was so proud of myself.

Every morning before I get out of bed, my heart breaks, and then I get out of bed.