So I woke up at the butt crack of dawn (ie 7 am) this morning to read a supreme court case. And the fact that I did this just reinforces my conviction that I am one crazy lady. just wacky. I’ve got a few screws loose, am losing my marbles, am one fry short of a happy meal, etc. etc. (insert witty euphamism here)
Who gets up at 7am to do homework? And who the heck gets up at 7am. Period. Too f-ing early if you ask me.
That being said, I got through about 1/10th of the case and am now enjoying hot green tea and cinnamon roll flavored oatmeal. Yum.
And it seems okay to quit the study for which i awoke unnervingly early. You see, it is spring. Every morning the birds serenade me and the trees are beginning to blossom with pink flowers.
This morning the sun is high and bright, yet there is a good breeze coming through my window. You see, as it is the early a.m. it isn’t hot out yet, but still sunny. Like having a delicious bratwurst, onion and green pepper sandwhich for lunch, this morning is just so wonderful.
Oh bratwurst how I love thee. Am not currently eating bratwurst though obviously, as it is the aforementioned butt crack of dawn. But as I feel it is spring and time to be healthy, I do not believe I would eat the wurst. I’m on a healthy-lifestyle kick and am regularly attending yoga, avoiding deserts and am reading instead of watching t.v.
I know. I know. It sounds horrid. But really, I convince myself that I am rising above my mediocre and plebian ways of old by making my new routine something that richard simmons, the diet and fitness guru himself, would jump up and down about.
But not too much jumping.
He wears those booty shorts after all.
And he’s no Justin Timberlake, who admittadely I wouldn’t mind seeing in booty shorts.
But actually booties kind of gross me out, regardless if they are worn by sexy pop singers.