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| 07/02/2008: "Late Night"
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It's just after 1:00 AM, and if I had any sense I'd long since have bedded down. Unfortunately I'm an inveterate night owl, and despite the fact that alarms will ring again in about six hours here we are.
Been running on about five or six hours' sleep lately-- maybe it's a midsummer thing, but every morning finds me sluggishly regretting the previous night's length. It'd be great if I could leap briskly from the bed at sunrise, ready to confront the day's toils from moment one--
--Nope. Instead, each morning requires two or three hours of semi-comatose caffeine engorgement and lethargic indifference before anything productive happens, and (with luck) at about ten or eleven AM the cycle begins again.
I do try to rise at dawn and Walk Among the People on at least a few midsummer days, and it's always a revelation: there are strange, preternaturally cheerful individuals strolling about, often accompanied by dogs, and they invariably smile and offer chipper greetings such as "Good morning!"
So, where are these cheerful people during my usual sentient hours? Must be sleeping in brightly-colored caskets or something... --r.
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