Screw Early Risers

I was 4 or 5 paragraphs into a post I had titled 'Early Risers'. It was all about my foray into waking up early for a change of pace from my typical 8:45 am wake up on a weekday, and my 11:30 am wake up on a weekend. I was cheerful, I was enthused, I was witty--I was doing some great writing! And what happened, you ask? My damn internet browser froze up and then unexpectedly shut down. Had I saved the writing as a draft? Hell no. Do I feel like re-creating all that cheerfulness again for the sake of a good post? Absolutely not. Now I am pissed.

I'm pretty sure I'm a night owl by birth, and I don't think you're supposed to mess with your internal time clock. At least that sounds like good justification to me. Yeah, the sunlight streaming into my room and waking me up felt better than the jolt of an alarm clock beep. Yeah the cool air at 6:00 am felt great. Sure, the 45 minute walk with my ecstatic dog through the quiet neighborhood streets was invigorating. And okay, a bit of the cheerfulness of the fellow early risers I encountered on my walk rubbed off on me and I was feeling rather happy about being up so early. But obviously, my laptop knows best. It wasn't used to being woken up at such an un-godly hour, and it wasn't happy. It humored me for a bit, but in the end it said screw you, I'm going back to sleep. And so I must concur. Screw the early risers, I'll take being a night owl any day of the week.

Grumpy and going on only four hours of sleep, I cross off #139: try waking up at 5:45 am (and fail miserably).