Labels: Morning, the horror.
posted by fatmammycat at 4:42 a.m.
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
10 Comments:
Ah yes, early mornings are a new one on me. Hunger wakes me up around 6.30/7 these days. It's a bummer.
God be with the days I'd be coming home in taxi now from last night. Ah great days...
Up early for your run? Nothing like a nice gentle one before breakfast, makes you feel both alive and virtuous all day long...
Mornings suck ass. I'll be off to the hospital in a few hours, so now I can't sleep, of course.
I'd be an owl if I was allowed to be but, being as how I have to be a lark these days, I treasure the hour between 6 and 7 I have every morning before the girls get up and the pantomime starts.
I've long been planning to get up one Saturday at five a.m. and sit in the conservatory reading Paradise Lost and watching the sunrise. Hasn't happened yet.
on the contrary -- is there not something lovely about the wee dark hours before the rest of the world awakes and negs your vibe, when everything's alight with possibility?
I used to be a total night owl, (musicans hours), but my work has always required an early start. Combine that with small kids and i have become that scourge the Early Riser.
It has ruined my ability to sleep in. Even if I have been out carousing I still am programmed to wake at the crack.
Just back from the airport, have been on the go for 21 hours now, having a glass of wine, about to fall on face. Glasgow is rather nice is it not.
Glasgow people are cheery. Well, grimly cheery, but in some cities, people aren't any kind of cheery.
If Glasgow didn't get rained on so much, I reckon it would be the cheeriest place in Britain.
It didn't rain at all yesterday, well not until about nine, then it spattered a bit. Folk were going about their business in t-shirts in some instances. A hardy lot indeed. The buildings are stunning too, lots of sharp little hills mind, a devil to do in heels.
I was mightly impressed and wouldn't mind going back for a weekend-a not work related weekend.
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