Sleep

Last night Marigold and I stayed up until two in the morning watching the discovery health channel. Who could resist the shows about giantism and siamese twins? Also, who wants to sleep when there is nothing to do and no place to go in the morning? Ethan Lipton really has something with his "Places To Go" song. ("It's not the glamorous life of a pirate, I know. But at least I've got a place to go in the morning.") This life of no schedule and no friends is really turning us into night owls who struggle to get up at eleven in the morning.

Therefore, this morning I forced myself to get up at the crack of eight. This is amazing to me in two ways: 1) I'm still half asleep and 2) this used to be sleeping in for me. I used to get up at six thirty every morning for over two years less than a month ago. I didn't NEED ten or eleven hours of sleep every day.

I can't wait for school to start next week. It's not the glamorous life of a pirate, but it's close.