daylight savings
i've been trying with great determination to become what the great poets have termed "a morning person".
every fiber of my being rebels against the notion, but last friday my willpower won. it actually won. i woke up and went to a 6 am step aerobics class.
my willpower has never won before so naturally i assumed once i'd beaten my id into submission, it would wither away much in the style of the wicked witch of the west (i'm melting! MELTING! ooOOooohhh what a world what a world! etc) and i would forever thereafter be a morning person.
hail, my willpower, the wicked witch is dead.
but no.
turns out when you get up at 5am, you get tired about 1-ish, and then your head throbs all evening, and then you go to a birthday dance party and only last for about an hour and consider yourself extremely tolerant for not pushing the guy playing the guitar off the balcony (mercy killing).
and then you sleep in the next day until 11.
and then daylight savings happens and you realize you have no chance.
every fiber of my being rebels against the notion, but last friday my willpower won. it actually won. i woke up and went to a 6 am step aerobics class.
my willpower has never won before so naturally i assumed once i'd beaten my id into submission, it would wither away much in the style of the wicked witch of the west (i'm melting! MELTING! ooOOooohhh what a world what a world! etc) and i would forever thereafter be a morning person.
hail, my willpower, the wicked witch is dead.
but no.
turns out when you get up at 5am, you get tired about 1-ish, and then your head throbs all evening, and then you go to a birthday dance party and only last for about an hour and consider yourself extremely tolerant for not pushing the guy playing the guitar off the balcony (mercy killing).
and then you sleep in the next day until 11.
and then daylight savings happens and you realize you have no chance.
Comments
I congratulate you on a good effort Kat!
I was a morning person...
one time...
wait.
Nope, that was my HUSBAND.
right.
I once worked at a place that started at 6am. My first few days I was totally dragging. A fellow co-worker told me, "don't worry, you'll get used to it." No, no I didn't. And I don't suppose I ever will because there are two types of people in the world: you're either "not a morning person" or a serious masochist and I don't think that's something one can change.