5 am is a funny time
I am up so early this morning. I don't know when I stopped sleeping or what caused it. I think it might have been the one-week mark. Or maybe it is because Julius is lonely and enjoys spending time with me at all hours of the night. I was so stressed out about not having the opportunity to sleep at institute in LA for the upcoming 6 weeks. Maybe, instead, I should be stressed about my inability to sleep at all.
It's June 21st. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Up Up and Away. Denver. LA. Denver. Permanent(ly).
Thursday: 11 am H&M, Errands, 4:30 Killer of Sheep, 7:00 Conference Call, 8:00 Joey
Friday: 2:00 Marni, 7:00 Festivities
5 am is surely an interesting time. But so is 6:30, because no one really seems to be out yet. I can't imagine that people aren't awake. They must just be hiding. Sunrises are overrated anyway.
I am a bit sad that I'm not as excited about TFA as other people - or that I seem to think they've got it "all taken care of". I don't believe it. Maybe it is because I'm not really so naive. But then again, maybe it is because I'm a skeptical bitch. I am Bartleby, the Scrivener.
Thinking back, my favorite teachers were always those people who were a ball of energy. Who were always so bouncy. So positive. They reeked of it. They exuded strength and confidence. I hope that I can do that, but I'm not exactly sure. I guess I'll find out. Very soon.
It's June 21st. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Up Up and Away. Denver. LA. Denver. Permanent(ly).
Thursday: 11 am H&M, Errands, 4:30 Killer of Sheep, 7:00 Conference Call, 8:00 Joey
Friday: 2:00 Marni, 7:00 Festivities
5 am is surely an interesting time. But so is 6:30, because no one really seems to be out yet. I can't imagine that people aren't awake. They must just be hiding. Sunrises are overrated anyway.
I am a bit sad that I'm not as excited about TFA as other people - or that I seem to think they've got it "all taken care of". I don't believe it. Maybe it is because I'm not really so naive. But then again, maybe it is because I'm a skeptical bitch. I am Bartleby, the Scrivener.
Thinking back, my favorite teachers were always those people who were a ball of energy. Who were always so bouncy. So positive. They reeked of it. They exuded strength and confidence. I hope that I can do that, but I'm not exactly sure. I guess I'll find out. Very soon.