Getting up out of bed is becoming increasingly harder every morning. I got up today and the sun hadn't risen yet, and when it is still dark out and I have to wake up and start my day I basically have to convince myself every minute that it actaully is morning and I need to start doing something to get ready for the day even thought it looks like it's midnight and I should be in bed. I hate this time of year only for that reason, so much so that I would write a crazy run-on sentance and not even care what Cynthia or Corrie think of it.


When the frick does the time change happen now?
This time change thing is stupid.
I wish I lived in Saskatchewan.
I'm grumpy today.
And I'm hungry.