I woke up at 8:45 this morning. Exactly. My alarm clock did not go off.
It was perfect. I have been having a hard time getting up in the
morning, but this time was easy because I had to go to the bathroom. I
have been wanting to read and write a bit before work, but I don't want
to get up earlier, and I don't want to go to work later because that
means I stay later and by the time I get off, all my friends have eaten
dinner and I only have a couple of hours before I'm supposed to go to
bed so I can wake up early the next day. Besides, if I'm not there
early, no one will answer the phone and I have to deal with people who
are angry because they live on the east coast. They might also be angry
because to them, it's ten in the morning, and what business isn't open
at ten in the morning... hmm... perhaps businesses in California aren't
because it's seven here and well... I'm sorry, I lost my train of
thought. seven in the morning is just a... I'm sorry. I forgot what I
was going to say. It's just that the thought of seven in the morning
is... never mind.
So, with my schedule the way it is, and my current responsibilities the
way they are, the best way to read and write before I go to work is to
get up even earlier. I don't know how early. I don't want to get up
early, but I can't think of anyway around. Getting up more than fifteen
minutes before I have to be somewhere is going to take a lot of
discipline. I don't know if I have enough... we'll see.