AWAKE!!! And have been since quarter to six. IN THE MORNING. I’m flabbergasted. I’m hurt. I’m wondering which fuckwit sleep fairy in the sky messed up the sleepy dust sprinkles. I am sure there is, RIGHT NOW, as we speak, some incredibly potent power-dressing kick ass career woman – this woman who has never been less than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by 6am – who is now in bed, sleeping, drooling a little into the right side of her pillow.
Here I am, thinking, shit! I have enough trouble finding suitable activities to get me through my 10am-10pm day without the added stress of 6am wide-awakeness.
I am, of course, not pissed off really. Who cares if I’m awake a little earlier than I need to be? Just don’t expect to find me brewing coffee whilst whistling and opening the pages of a crease-free broadsheet. That ain’t me, babe.