vanxrriot

It seems that anyone my age or around it is a night-owl. I certainly have my moments when I'm up all night and loving it, but for the most part, I absolutely love morning. There is something so magnificent about waking up early for my day and giving myself a moment to just lay in bed and revel in the cold air of my room, the softness and warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, the insanity of my massive hair swirled about my face. I don't want to let go of these moments, but... the clock ticks and ticks and doesn't stop and soon it is time to finally get out of bed and face the day.

I could not help but reflect upon all of this this morning. Thursdays used to be my favorite day of the week, until this semester that is. Parking is always horrendous on campus for some reason on this day, I always never get anything done on this day, and it is my least favorite shift at work (mainly because of who I work with on these nights). I wish it wasn't so damn hard to get a shift covered... I would really prefer to use my time tonight working on all of my projects and papers that I have due rather than waste it with two jerks who bully me around at work.

Ah, well, I will prevail... as I keep saying these days... good late morning world, or whatever time of day it happens to be when you stumble upon this