For the last week or so, I have been unable to get home at a reasonable hour. It's so late by the time I do, I'm too tired to get things done. Strongly believing in accountability, I blame my place.
If it had any sense, it would locate itself closer to everywhere I want to be or, at the very least, wherever I happen to be. But like me, it's shy, so it remains rooted to the ground and secluded in a tiny town far away from everything and everyone.
Of course, it has the audacity to blame me for my exhausted state as I arrive at its doorstep. It claims I've been slacking on diet, sleep and exercise, which may or may not be true. It's really a case of he said, it said.
This is much too early in the morning and I’m not fully awake yet.
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coffee helps. :)
I like the idea of blaming the house for things. That's an excuse worth using and re-using.
Damn, people are awake at 5:56am?? And able to type 3.1 paragraphs? That's an accomplishment in itself! I commend you and your mean ole house. ;)
I say sue the pants off your house! That'll teach it!
It helps, but I may have reached my limit of coffee-drinking. :P
I might be using that excuse again, very soon, unless I end up suing my house. :)
Some people are awake that early. I must have been sleeptyping. That's what happens with not enough sleep and too much writing. :D