Don’t wake me up, don’t wake me up if I’m dreaming…

No, seriously don’t.

Don’t contact me before 9 a.m. unless you are involved in an emergency that I, and I alone, am capable of ameliorating. I have insomnia and, as it is, I almost never get enough sleep and it is a rare occurrence that I wake up feeling rested. Hence why I tend towards jobs I can do in the afternoons.

If you wake me up early, it is guaranteed that you will negatively impact the rest of my day. (I would love if this were something I could grow out of, though I find that about as likely as Bachmann-Palin 2012.)

My hat goes off to parents. The morning after my first night of lost sleep, there’d be a carrier in front of the fire station.

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About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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