Screw flying cars. I want my anti-sleep pills.
We pulled into town at 2:30 this morning after a festive weekend in Atlanta. Yes, we’d originally planned a trip to Chicago. HOORAY FOR SPONTANAITY! I was up again at 7:00. That’s less than five hours later. Now, I’m still adapting to this “waking up in the morning” nonsense. It was nice to see 2:30 again. I’ve missed it. Seven, though, is an hour I could go my entire life without ever visiting. EVER, I tell you!
Someday, my subject and predicate friends will snuggle up close and make happy sentence babies together. Tonight, though, I’m going to bed early so I can rise at an hour only fit for the undead. Lo shall I feast on the brains of my coworkers! Surely that’ll wake me up. Somewhere I read that a live human brain has about the same consistency as room temperature butter. I wonder if it spreads well on garlic bread?
Suffice it to say I’m going to bed early. Lucid writing can wait until tomorrow.