Staying Up Too Late
It's 4am and I'm no-where close to tired. I've had a few beers, but my mind is still wired and I feel I could mess about online for at least another hour.
But I told Fergus to wake me up at 9am before he leaves his flat to ensure I actually get up and go to the craft fair I'm doing tomorrow afternoon (1-3, with set up around 12) and then get up and go to the curatorial shift I'm doing on Sunday (2-6, with prep at 1.30... I think).
I like the quiet of the wee small hours. There's no pressure. There's nothing that needs to be done in the window of these hours. Society expects you to be asleep. It's stolen time. I just didn't realise I was stealing from myself, from the person I can be in the mornings.
But fuck the mornings. I'm a self-employed artist. I barely need to do anything in the mornings. And the nights... the nights are so much more comfortable.
I miss Alfie. I wish I was holding him.
I better try and sleep. Five hours is workable.
Ana
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But I told Fergus to wake me up at 9am before he leaves his flat to ensure I actually get up and go to the craft fair I'm doing tomorrow afternoon (1-3, with set up around 12) and then get up and go to the curatorial shift I'm doing on Sunday (2-6, with prep at 1.30... I think).
I like the quiet of the wee small hours. There's no pressure. There's nothing that needs to be done in the window of these hours. Society expects you to be asleep. It's stolen time. I just didn't realise I was stealing from myself, from the person I can be in the mornings.
But fuck the mornings. I'm a self-employed artist. I barely need to do anything in the mornings. And the nights... the nights are so much more comfortable.
I miss Alfie. I wish I was holding him.
I better try and sleep. Five hours is workable.
Ana
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