But it never actually turns out that way. In actuality I groggily slam on the snooze button a few times, contemplate whtether or not it's worth it to shower, and then literally curse as I get out of my nice warm comforter and place my toes onto the ice cold wooden floor of my bedroom.
I can't even dirnk coffee or eat anything in the morning without my stomach getting upset!
What a jip.
Every morning starts the exact same way and every morning when I drag my eyelids open the first thing I think is 'I am gonna go to bed so early tonight. Like...8:00 at the latest!' Buuuut, I never do. I always spend the day slowly emerging from my sleep enduced coma and end up being very awake and similar to a real human being by the afternoon. Then, I never get sleepy again.
Today was no exception. The ongoing battle to wake up 15 minutes earlier to shower lost and the snooze button won. I didn't want breakfast even a little but I decided since every magazine on the planet says you should eat breakfast when you're dieting, I ate a yogurt. This has been my morning so far.
Plus I have a gigantor size bruise on my arm where I had blood drawn on Friday that hurts like a mofo when I roll the sleeves of my hoody up.
Speaking of hoody, I purchased a sweeeet new sweatshirt over the weekend representing one of my favorite artists of all time, Bob Dylan. So I'm pretty psyched about that.
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