I fondly remember mornings in my youth when I would sleep in until 10, 11, 12 o'clock. Those days come around now and again, but oh so rare, and usually preceded by nights of heavy, heavy drinking or a string of days of no sleep.
But in the past couple of years, apparently, I have become a morning person. The weekends are not weekends but just other days, and it's before 8 AM as I'm writing this and I am UP. And I was awake until 3! WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?
And the thing is, I feel fine! I feel perky. I guess I am a real morning person now.
I want to punch myself.
No comments:
Post a Comment