I am excellent at sleeping. I think it’s actually managed to surpass lust and gluttony in terms of pet vices. And whatever smoking is. Also gluttony? The only downside to sleeping in is that left to my own devices, I’ll stay up til 3 or 4 in the morning, and I usually end up sleeping through the productive portions of my days off. Y’know… that chunk of time respectable people call “the morning” and “early afternoon.”
I was sure it was well past noon when I woke up today. The shades were drawn, it was quiet and air conditioned… ideal conditions to log ten hours. Or more. And yet, a miraculous surprise. 9am! Going to bed at 11pm has its benefits. What’s up, morning! I’m gonna go DO SHIT.*
*And by “DO SHIT,” I apparently meant clean up around Tom’s house, make plans for dinner, drive some houseplants home, and sit on the Internet til noon. I AM STILL CLEANING MY ENTIRE APARTMENT TODAY. And reading things. I swear.
