When I’m at my best, I fall asleep early and wake up earlier. Socialization–and worse, waiting for socialization–is minimal. I smoke a cig outside as the sun just graces the corner of the Earth that is my backyard, dew hissing as it transforms yet again into humidity.
Possibly it’s actually: when I fall asleep early and wake up early, I’m at my best.
One might not lead to the other, now that I’m thinking about it. They are most certainly connected, though.
Lately I’ve been staying up very slightly late, just late enough to be tired all day the next day. I find myself unable to go to sleep earlier, and yet, I’m doing nothing with my time. I start one task and another looms overhead like a wife I’m cheating on, and I turn to it and go oh, sorry, you’re who I should be working on! Then, as I begin the dishes, it occurs to me the dishes are not my wife, homework is.
In the end, I scramble to complete each in time for-
What?
School makes sense at least. I have a 4.0 gpa. I plan on keeping it.
The dishes? Meh.
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