i woke up late yesterday.

well, got up more than woke up. i actually woke up around half past six, which is about a half hour before i usually wake up. so like i said, it was about half past six when i woke up yesterday, but not long after that, i rolled over and went back to sleep and didn't wake up again for another 45 minutes or so.

if there's one thing in life that i hate it's waking up and having to get out of bed right away. that probably comes from the part of my personality that hates being rushed. yesterday was no exception, i got up about twenty mins after i normally wake up and it wrecked my morning, well maybe wrecked is an exaggeration, in any case, it threw the morning sufficiently off kilter.

i'm thinking though, it's nice to not be in school anymore, i got up at half past six every morning back then, that was brutal.

feeling: domestically derelict
thinking of: pickup trucks
music: "little things" bush