I don't like mornings... at least I don't think I do. I rarely *want* to get up in the morning, although it seems that often I wake up earlier than my alarm clock is set for. Instead of taking this opportunity to start the day, I force myself to go back to sleep. This usually ends up making me miserable when I finally do wake up. It feels like sandpaper behind the eyes, my body slowly moving towards the bathroom door. I wonder what it would take to just force myself to get up and start the day?
Sometimes I think I might be depressed... that my work isn't fulfilling enough to have a desire to succeed. Or maybe that I'm just not good enough at it to make it something worthwhile. It's really all in my hands, but as usual I only take things so far before I shift gears to a dark period (more on that later).
It's morning, I was up, showered and ready by 7:30am. That's plenty of time to get in the car, go to work and be productive by 8:00. However... what did I do? I came into my home office to pay an electric bill on the computer. Then I got distracted when I logged into facebook, eventually I paid the bill and wandered into here.
Now it's 8:05am and I'm going to be running late (is it really late if I'm always there at the same time?). I guess I'll go for now. I'm craving a coffee. Strange as that is... I haven't been much of a coffee drinker in my life until the last few years. Maybe it's getting older that makes you want to sip something hot and read the news. /shrug.
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