I'm up

I don't know if you can see what time it is when I post this, but right now it's 6:54. I've been up since like 5:30, worked out, made some coffee. Now I'm NOT trying to be like, "fuck yeah, look at my morning. I am accomplished." I'm talking about being a morning person. I am obnoxiously a morning person. If you have a sleep over with me, I will roll over at 6 and be like, "Hi," and if you don't say, "I love you and you are the most beautiful person in the whole world" immediately, I'll wake you up. It'll be with something really self evident too; like, "Hey, I'm up."

The worst case scenario is if a bartender has been too compassionate and generous the night before. I'll wake up at 7 and be like, "I'm ready to greet the day!" Sometimes I'll put on the gym clothes, walk around a bit, and then realize that running right now wouldn't be safe. Another problem is that sometimes I'll go out and I'll buy completely useless stuff. When I was in college there was a store next the coffee shop  which was, to steal a fucking awesome quote from DeLillo, "so steeped in kitsch you could die from buying a postcard." There were like witty folders, funny magnets: where the fuck are you going to put these; crazy cocktail napkins: for all the cocktail parties you have; candy: stop eating, etc...Anyway, so I would go into this store and be like, "I NEED this." Then I would go home, pass out, and wake up again fucking prepared to organize things with a sense of humor and hold things on my fridge with a giggle.