we're rounding third, friends. I just say the sun come up. well, no, I saw the gossamer curtains in the living room go from a ghostly, smoky gray to a brighter, friendlier greenish. I have kind of a bittersweet relationship with the moment that you realize you've left the comfort of pre-dawn. on one hand, it means that the deadline is more quickly approaching (3 more hours to go, with about 3.5 hours worth of work to do yet). but on the other, it means I was able to prove I'm not entirely submissive to the circadian rhythm. take that, human nature!
I'm listening to: "Mr. Mastadon Farm" by Cake
coffee #: yeah... I made another pot. I'm hooked.
It was the lark.
1 year ago