26. Some lame things that have already happened to me today and it's only ten am.
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The Ancestors were speaking to me this morning, and they were saying, "Stay yo ass in bed, child." Mornings have always been a personal struggle. For most of my life I was not a morning person. All through high school I struggled to get out of bed each morning, sleepily groping for the snooze button on my ringing alarm clock a dozen times before finally summoning enough will-power to peel myself from my mattress and feel my blindly in the morning light into the kitchen, where I'd drink coffee straight from the spout. I was the kid stumbling into homeroom several minutes after the final bell had rung, grasping a to-go coffee and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. In college, naturally, I arranged my schedule so that none of my classes were before noon--telling myself, of course, that a later start to my day meant a few hours' buffer in the mornings that would be perfect for finishing up any homework I'd inevitably neglected to tackle in a timely manner, but knowing damn well it was because even though I was a Serious Student and Committed To My Education, I didn't want it interfering with my habit of staying up late watching
26. Some lame things that have already happened to me today and it's only ten am.
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26. Some lame things that have already happened to me today and it's only ten am.
The Ancestors were speaking to me this morning, and they were saying, "Stay yo ass in bed, child." Mornings have always been a personal struggle. For most of my life I was not a morning person. All through high school I struggled to get out of bed each morning, sleepily groping for the snooze button on my ringing alarm clock a dozen times before finally summoning enough will-power to peel myself from my mattress and feel my blindly in the morning light into the kitchen, where I'd drink coffee straight from the spout. I was the kid stumbling into homeroom several minutes after the final bell had rung, grasping a to-go coffee and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. In college, naturally, I arranged my schedule so that none of my classes were before noon--telling myself, of course, that a later start to my day meant a few hours' buffer in the mornings that would be perfect for finishing up any homework I'd inevitably neglected to tackle in a timely manner, but knowing damn well it was because even though I was a Serious Student and Committed To My Education, I didn't want it interfering with my habit of staying up late watching