I totally wasted what could’ve been an extra hour of blissful rest on Sunday morning.
I was all “Tired? I’m not tired. It’s 7:30, and I’m getting up. I’m an adult, and I’m getting up early, even if it is the weekend. No, ESPECIALLY because it’s the weekend. I am 26, I am responsible, and to go back to sleep would mean losing in the game of life.” I loathe myself.
Second cup of coffee, coming right up.