Then we went back to my parents house, and just hung out for 5 more hours, eating deep dish pizza and trying to keep my nieces and nephew from screaming bloody murder for more than 5 minutes at a time. So much for patience. Although, it was probably one of the funnest days ever. I loved it.
Now, there is a major problem with going to bed early on a Saturday night. Sunday mornings are SO BORING. I woke up at basically dawn, made breakfast, had coffee, and watched VH1 for an hour and still had 2 1/2 hours to kill before I could even start running errands because none of the stores were open yet.
The point is: There is no reason to wake up early on the weekends.
It was very boring this morning. I watched a movie that starred Matthew McConaughey and Christian Bale and fire-breathing dragons. Really? This is the reward I get for waking up before noon? And sure coffee is delicious and all, until it gets me all hopped up to...what? Sit around? That's no fun.
Here's the lesson, I guess. Don't wake up early on Sunday mornings. Nothing happens. Do yourself a favor and stay up until 3 a.m. on Saturday night if you can. Waking up early is for
The cruelty of it all is that now I feel like I've been up for a bazillion hours and I'm pooped. It's a vicious cycle. Maybe it'll be easier to wake up for work, though! Yay! That's always nice. OH! And world's biggest HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my lovely friend Lana!! We have a super fun happy hour planned later this week, so let's just hope I can stay awake for it!
Let's go out there and pwn this week, shall we? We shall!