too. early.
It's too early to be up and working. I am too old for this. I used to be really good at getting up very early and working, or better yet never even going to sleep. But no more. I've actually been up for an hour. Starbucks doesn't even open for another hour and a half, so all I have is my own make-do coffee (and it's not making do) unless I go down to the AM/PM and get some (ugh) AM/PM coffee.
It's times like these when I seriously miss a Waffle House. Not a Steak 'n' Eggs or a Pancake House or any of those other Waffle House knockoffs, but a real honest-to-goodness Waffle House. Then again, if I went WaHo'ing I wouldn't be working, but I would have me some chicken 'n' eggs with hashbrowns scattered, smothered, and covered. Sigh. But I digress.
It'll be a few more hours until east coast bloggers wake up and start blogging, which I suppose is good because it won't be a distraction from my work but it also means I'm sitting in the dark with only the sound of the fake pond (and the sprinkler system) to keep me company. William Orbit is playing on my iTunes, which isn't the best get-up-and-go music...maybe I'll switch to Green Day or something. Argh. Too early for Green Day. Even my cats are asleep. Nocturnal, my ass.
