Ugh … Monday mornings are not my friends. When my alarm went off at 4:50 this morning, I felt like tossing the whole contraption out of the window. Whoever invented those things should be burned alive, beaten to death, and then kept on bread and water for the next six weeks.
But, this morning, I resisted the temptation, and told myself to just get up and not think about the time.
I’m awake now! And ready (well, actually not quite) for my big Latin test and the rest of my Aristotle tapes. Wish me luck on those.
Cohen Chronicles word count: 6119