Diem

Waking up in the morning feels like death. Every single time.

I wonder if death will feel like waking up.
Wouldn't that be weird?

I kind of dread going to bed because I know I'm just going to have to wake up again.
9 hours of sleep. 5 hours of sleep.
It doesn't matter.
I am an extra in The Walking Dead until there is coffee.

I'm the one on the right:

I even look like that, too, in the morning.

But then there is coffee. And life gets okay for a little while.
And then brain fuel gets low.
The fuel light comes on.
Time for lunch.
Sandwich, chips, carrots and fruit.
E-mail some friends. Draw some stuff.
I LOVE BOOKKEEPING!!!!
Then it's 3? Maybe? 3:15?
4?
How did they get to last year's balance without any transactions?
Oh, there are some transactions.
Too many paperclips right here, right now.
I can't believe I have to go home and study after this.
BUT THEN I GET TO GO SHOPPING ON FRIDAY.
And get my car fixed.
CUTE SHOES.
It's after 5.

*traffic*
*park*
*re-park because I'm trying to get better at backing into parking spaces so that I can face the sun in the morning so that on cold mornings I don't have to scrape ice off of my windshield*

*open refrigerator*
Hey look. I actually went grocery shopping this weekend. There's food in here.
Let's heat up some chicken.
Mike: "Eh"
Dinner with my CPA reg book. How romantic.
How I Met Your Mother.
More coffee.
Studying.
Reading.
Progress tests.
Take a shower. Think about summertime.
Dry hair while cramming reading more stuff.

Cuddle in bed with CPA reg book. How sweet.
Mike plays video games.
Brush teeth. Why does my floss keep coming out of its container like that?
I need a haircut. At some point. In my life. Maybe.
Ohmygosh i get to go to bed now i am so excited about pillows
10:30
11:20
There's a cat in here.
11:58
Dang. Coffee.

Repeat.

And not being able to stay late when everyone else does will make you feel like a tool.

Like an anti-team player.

There is no (t) in (t)eam,
TWS