it’s not that i don’t like mornings. i’m fond of them in a “get to lay about in my most comfy of clothes drinking rich, sweet, silky coffee and wake up slowly” way. the problem is that five of the seven mornings i get each week (that’s 20 of the 30 i get in a month, just for perspective) are absolutely nothing like the mornings i’m most fond of.
\nthey usually consist of being rudely awakened, one to two hours before my body has acquired sufficient sleep, by a loud, irritating, repetative buzzing noise. there is absolutely no leisure in my typical weekday morning, either. i just launch directly from restful repose to eager beaver to get myself up, presentable and out the door in order to be at work on time. there’s no laying about. there’s no rich, sweet, silky coffee slowly sipped while wearing my most comfy of comfies. there’s only beeping and forgetting of apples and driving in traffic with wet hair and then, the pièce de résistance<\/i>, the flourescent lights. *sigh* sometmes, i think that’s what i hate most about mornings. ending up in the land of unflattering green tint which hurts my eyes.
\nthat’s often why my first posts of the day, unless i have a very strong idea about what to write and how to write it, sound so dire. i’ve been most recently ripped from my nocturnal womb and thrust, grumpy and rushed, into the cruel, cruel world. you’d be crabby, too. trust me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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