I am not a morning person.
I am not an early bird, an early riser, a ray of sunshine, a people-person or anyone remotely pleasant at 5 a.m. Especially 5 a.m. on a Wednesday where I must deal with the ever aggravating Senior Day. It’s nothing against the seniors, exactly, but more the continued repetition of
“Is it Wednesday? Is it Senior Day? Do I get my 5%? You got my discount, right? Did you get my 5%? Where’s my 5%?”
and whatever dormant homicidal tendencies I have tend to become… well, not so dormant.
I have no issues staying awake UNTIL 5 a.m.; I’m often having fun so the hours don’t matter. I’m usually wide awake after sunset.
Getting UP at 5 a.m. is highly unpleasant, from the act of getting out of bed, to the blank stare I level when someone asks, “Why are you up so early?” while I’m pouring a bowl of cereal. Forcing myself out of bed feels like dying. No matter what time I go to sleep, 5 a.m. remains a hellish beast of an hour wherein I dread the realization that I will not sleep again for another 12+ hours.
If I sleep at all.
Insomnia is a bitch.
Expect an infinitely happier post come midnight.