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I hate being up so early in the morning for no other purpose than to do my major work. Early morning walks - yes. Early morning running, even - yes. Early morning bakery visits - hell yes.
Early morning schoolwork. Goddamnit, NO. This is not a good use of the time I am going to be alive here on this planet.
So, got up early, made miniature sculpture, took photos of it (I'll post them later), wandered around the house looking for balloons. Found some. Now I feel like I have a burst eardrum. Unlikely, but it hurts :S...oh how I suffer for my art!
I could really realy go back to bed now for a few more hours and read my book about relativity :S