maccadole | (no subject)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You remind me of a cat,lol. Just being all cozy and warm in bed. There's something to be said for that. It's great not to have any obligations and just to decide to lay in bed.
"Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be in bed was very heaven"
(to quote Inspector Morse)
It's too friggin cold outside anyway. who needs it.