What's up, buttercup?
Despite not getting very much sleep at all (the story of my life; I just want to make nice things and get enough sleep, is that too much to ask?) I managed to rise early the next morning. Here's something I wish I knew when I was in college: waking up early is almost always worth it. After one powers through the initial excruciating start (for me it lasts as least an hour, I am not a morning person) and gets the ball rolling; hours just fly by, tasks get tackled with lightning effeciency, and lunchtime is greeted with a satisfaction that is almost like a drug. It's an amazing high that can last all day and do wonders for one's paradigm! Oh my God, I just wrote a whole paragraph on the joys of starting the day early, I am officially old.