Who knew it was so bright out at 5:30 am?
This morning I woke up at 5:00. Don't know why. Tried to go back to sleep but for some reason couldn't. Then something happened that's never happened before. At 6 am I got out of bed - with no specific purpose. Just because I couldn't get back to sleep. I don't think I've ever gotten up before 7 am without a specific place to go/thing to do. I also don't think I've ever *not* been able to fall back asleep at that hour. Something's very wrong. :p
In the last two hours I've read the newspaper, vacuumed (yes, vacuumed, I mean, who doesn't vacuum at 6:30 in the morning?), at breakfast, took care of some correspondence and read all the news and non-news websites I usually read over the course of a day.
What I've learned so far today:
Despite what my father says, the world actually *isn't* moving before 7am.
I adore apricot jam.
Just because my body is up doesn't mean my mind is active - the garbage bag of clothes for charity sitting on the front porch *really did* look like a big strange dog, so it's not my fault seeing it made me jump.
My interior decorating style would be a combination of casual/traditional.
Even Mike Wilbon isn't infallible. In today's column http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39472-2004Jun14.html he says not to even think of comparing Kobe to Jordan when just 4 days ago he was doing that very thing here http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A29705-2004Jun9.html. But we'll give him the benefit of the doubt that he's being self-deprecating and ironic because he's cool.
Loud, big, bangy noises make me jump no matter what time it is (I wonder what that was).
It's easier to send emails you don't want to send while your mind is still to asleep to realize you're doing something you don't want to.
For healthiest eating, we should "eat the rainbow".
We need a new powerhead for the vacuum cleaner.
Even though the Monday paper needs to cover *two* days of news instead of one, it's still always the thinnest paper of the week.
It really is quite bright out at 5:30 am. And the birds are noisy.
Time to check horoscopes!
Quickie:
Write a love letter to a person you adore. Articulate what it is that thrills you.
Hmm... I wonder if this is about Matt Damon. Or maybe I've just seen too many Bourne Supremacy commercials lately.
Overview:
For the first time in a long time, you won't listen to what others are calling 'reason' -- and you don't care what they say about it. Stubbornness? Nope. Self-confidence.
Is this another sign that I should get a convertible?
What was that little panic episode all about? There's no need to lose your balance or appetite over this thing. Before you can even call for help, willing hands somehow transform a potential emergency into a big party. You didn't ask for this, but it's exactly what you wanted. Everyone else is just as transparent as you are these days. You don't have to guess too hard to get a hit on what others are thinking. Clearly you'll be with these people for a while. The bonds of friendship are tightening into a comfortable, durable knot.
I think this is further proof that dear horoscope is on crack because I have no clue what this is referring to.
I think that's everything. I'm going to go take a walk. Or a nap.
In the last two hours I've read the newspaper, vacuumed (yes, vacuumed, I mean, who doesn't vacuum at 6:30 in the morning?), at breakfast, took care of some correspondence and read all the news and non-news websites I usually read over the course of a day.
What I've learned so far today:
Despite what my father says, the world actually *isn't* moving before 7am.
I adore apricot jam.
Just because my body is up doesn't mean my mind is active - the garbage bag of clothes for charity sitting on the front porch *really did* look like a big strange dog, so it's not my fault seeing it made me jump.
My interior decorating style would be a combination of casual/traditional.
Even Mike Wilbon isn't infallible. In today's column http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39472-2004Jun14.html he says not to even think of comparing Kobe to Jordan when just 4 days ago he was doing that very thing here http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A29705-2004Jun9.html. But we'll give him the benefit of the doubt that he's being self-deprecating and ironic because he's cool.
Loud, big, bangy noises make me jump no matter what time it is (I wonder what that was).
It's easier to send emails you don't want to send while your mind is still to asleep to realize you're doing something you don't want to.
For healthiest eating, we should "eat the rainbow".
We need a new powerhead for the vacuum cleaner.
Even though the Monday paper needs to cover *two* days of news instead of one, it's still always the thinnest paper of the week.
It really is quite bright out at 5:30 am. And the birds are noisy.
Time to check horoscopes!
Quickie:
Write a love letter to a person you adore. Articulate what it is that thrills you.
Hmm... I wonder if this is about Matt Damon. Or maybe I've just seen too many Bourne Supremacy commercials lately.
Overview:
For the first time in a long time, you won't listen to what others are calling 'reason' -- and you don't care what they say about it. Stubbornness? Nope. Self-confidence.
Is this another sign that I should get a convertible?
What was that little panic episode all about? There's no need to lose your balance or appetite over this thing. Before you can even call for help, willing hands somehow transform a potential emergency into a big party. You didn't ask for this, but it's exactly what you wanted. Everyone else is just as transparent as you are these days. You don't have to guess too hard to get a hit on what others are thinking. Clearly you'll be with these people for a while. The bonds of friendship are tightening into a comfortable, durable knot.
I think this is further proof that dear horoscope is on crack because I have no clue what this is referring to.
I think that's everything. I'm going to go take a walk. Or a nap.