Not a morning person, really.

Don’t talk to me in the morning. Don’t even look at me.

I hate getting up at 6am. I hate the fact that going to bed at 9:30 (which is relatively early for me) and getting up at 6am still only means 8.5 hours sleep. This may seem trivial and self-indulgent (when isn’t it?), but bear with me.

I was having a wonderful dream at 6 this morning — it involved al…