mornings were getting to be a struggle there for awhile. now i either stay up all night watching stephen colbert (i catch the late late show, usually on at 1 or 2 in the morning), some friends/seinfeld repeats, catch up on my u.s. news and world reports and economists, read and reread old favourites - alice in wonderland, dancing on the edge, wasted, on the road, smoething very sorry.
the little prince. that's always the best. usually after that one i can catch a little bit of shut eye. as soon as the slightest trace of sun sneaks past my practically boarded-up windows - or, these days, superwhite rainclouds that emanate their own light - i'm awake and about.
i have bags under my eyes. they are gorgeous, let me tell you. hence, me finally breaking down and purchasing aforementioned oversized kate spades. which, p.s. - i'm in love with. yet another reason why it had better stop raining soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my days are all the same, but it's good. i'm not complaining. routine is nice. i try to cleanly bracket my schedule into neat, half hour blocks. i will do this from this time to this time and that from that time to that time. i write it down, to make sure that i get it done exactly when i am supposed to.
i need to keep busy. otherwise, if it's daytime, i nap in the sun to catch up on the sleep lost the night before to awful infomercials and mindless reruns, and if it's nighttime, i write in my journal and get pissed off because it's total shit.