Here I sit, five am with a half drunk cup of coffee. I tossed and turned all night, waking up every few seconds. How annoying is that? Finally, I decided to get up, what's the point of just laying there? I dread how tired work is going to make me today (not that I do anything too strenuous).
There's something awesome about the hours 3-6 am, I don't know how to explain it. No one else is up and it's almost like you have the world to yourself. There isn't any worries about how you look or if what your wearing looks stupid, it's just you hanging out with yourself and perhaps a pet or two if you have them.
Perhaps you're not that kind of person though? The thought of spending so much time by yourself makes your palms sweat and your head hurt - my advice - stay alone more often. I'm still young, a half of a century old, but, I know the value of spending time alone. I've actually become so selfish with my own time and now I'm having to work on spending time with a person, now that I have a boyfriend. It's funny how that works.
Anyway, I didn't mean to get all philosophical on your ass. This is about the wondrous time of 3-6 am! Yeah, I know, something is seriously wrong with me. It's honestly better on Saturdays and Sundays (when I don't have to work) because then I'm about to take a nap at noon! God, do I love my naps.
