After a full day it was finally time to crawl into bed. 
 
	After my nightly ritual of checking email and an the like, the 
obligatory brushing of the teeth came the usual "setting of the alarm".  
Now the alarm goes off at the same time every morning of course, when I 
get up of course is the variable.  Certain things may make me succum to 
the alarm sooner or delay my rise until the latest possible moment.  In 
the process of "setting the alarm", I need to make sure that the volume 
is turned up so that there is some noise to rouse me.  There have been 
times that the alarm has gone off as scheduled but the failure to check 
the volume has caused for a delightful sleep-in followed by a rushed 
shower and speedy, if not illegal, drive to work.  Now the process of 
checking the volume requires me to hit the "sleep" button, triggering 
the radio and then adjusting the volume to the level I want to be 
startled in the morning...  louder for those mornings I need to get up 
early.  
	Tonight while setting the alarm, checking the volume and 
triggering the "sleep" button, of course, Van Morrision was on.  Brown 
Eyed Girl.  When something like that is on, it's impossible to hit the 
"snooze" button (which cancels the "sleep" button) until the song is 
over.  In the remaining minute that I caught of the song I relived every 
moment of every party my freshman year in college, mouthed the words to 
myself silently, smiled like an idiot and almost cried.  Those are some 
of the best memories of my life.  

	Thanks for being such a monumental part of them. It wasn't my 
intention to tell you story about it but I was laying in bed reflecting 
about how wonderful life is and thought, I should get up right now and 
tell Denise in case I don't do it tomorrow....  then the whole thing just 
came out exactly as you read it.  It seems like so long ago... only 14 
years, right?  Maybe it actually was so long ago.  I'm so happy I can 
remember so much of it :)  learning 3-man and asshole, drinking sun 
country wine coolers, almost breaking the floor of carol's apartment, 
getting seduced be a senior :P, hanging out with Tim at night-desk, pizza 
and wings, strip poker, watching TV down at the station... 
*sigh*   wouldn't trade it for anything ever. 

	Ok, well I'm off to bed now... going to re-set the alarm, check the 
volume (a little louder now) and drift off to wonderful dreams about being 
young and nieve in college.
--peter