Things Learned Upon Getting Up on a Monday Morning
Oct 24, 2005 10:32
Starbucks is actually open at 4:40am. I feel really bad for whoever had to open up, but also incredibly grateful.
While 4:30am is an ok time to stay up till, it is a really lousy time to wake up.
Roald Dahl was wrong. 12-1 isn't the Witching Hour, 4:30-5 is.
I must genetically be a night owl. Or something. Or my brain just thinks it's jetlagged. I was good and went to bed at 10 and got six (6) hours of sleep too.
One (not enough!) tall caramel macchiato apparently lasts in my system for roughly three (3) hours. The second cup lasts approximately one (1) hour. This unfortunately means that I am effectively brain dead right now.
On the plus side, being brain dead means everything is pleasantly woozy.
On the other hand, maybe I should skip running tonight for fear that I will lose my balance and fall off the elliptical thingum. Alas, this is not as rare as it might seem. Last time I ran I kept talking to fannishly, who was on the machine next to me, because I was very excited that I could guess some things on Wheel of Fortune. Unfortunately, the combination of running and turning my head may have proved too much for my not-so-developed inner ear, as I nearly fell off the elliptical. Ah, the dangers inherent in running.
Unfortunately, I also have a flat learning curve, so I did the same thing about eight more times. Um. Wheel of Fortune excites me?
Anyhow, given that I had a hard time staying on the machine while awake and in full possession of my faculties, I fear what may happen if I try while half asleep.
Then again, it might be really funny.
Waking up at odd hours means remembering some very, very strange dreams. I think my subconscious is crazy. Does that make me crazy too?
I think my list is starting to deteriorate, which means I should probably step away from the keyboard.