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Ugh. I love how I am capable of having normal sleeping habits.

I went to bed at half past five a.m. Fell asleep. Woke up at noon when Mother went off to work.
I felt strangely awake and knew that if I slept another half-hour or hour or any amount of time below seven hours, I'd end up sleeping for, well, seven hours. And so I decided to get up.

I sat at the computer for two hours before I realized I should open the blinds, or light a lamp at least, perhaps both... use the bathroom, make breakfast, at LEAST have tea or put on socks so I wouldn't be cold.

And of course I had to pass the bed in order to get out of the room. I have no willpower AT ALL. Literally at all. I was cold, too.

And so I slept. I woke  up when a friend texted me around three. I was surprised I'd only slept on and off for an hour. Perfect nap! I did it once, I could get up again!
I would. Yay!

...

At quarter past six I get up. Yep. Good.
Good, Mac.
Good.

Sigh.