You know, I really need to knock my sleeping schedule into whack. Just kidding. I have all summer for that. Why wake up before noon? What greatness goes on before then? I can eat breakfast whenever the hell I want. I can brush my teeth and shower whenever the hell I wake up. Who gives a hoot?
Seriously though, it's the beginning of summer and I'm already nocturnal. I fall asleep at 5 in the morning, and wake up at three P.M. Imagine me a month from now. I'll be sleeping at 11 and waking up at 8 P.M. I actually like sleeping at 5 in the morning. The sounds of birds waking up outside my window has become a lullaby. The sun slipping through the trees outside and into my room is a lot more comforting than pitch black. Anywhere else, that soft green wouldn't make sense. What.
You know, I feel like I should make this blogging a daily habit. It's weird how I go all day with these emotions and opinions bottled up in my head, but the second I have a chance to set them free I can't think of anything. I suppose I'm too afraid of them. Because if I say things, that makes them harder to avoid. I could think about missing someone all day and be fine, but the second that thought is released, it becomes painful.
It's June 30th, and my bedroom is an icebox.
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