Those who can wake up in the morning and jump right into life, and
Those who wander around in a stupor for a good hour, dribbling slightly and grunting incoherently at any noise that they take notice of.
I discovered for real this morning I am a fully fledged member of the second group.
Waking up for me has always been like brain surgery, overly hard and takes many years of training to successfully complete without the result of death to another.
I stumbled downstairs, bleary eyed and muttering curses at the world in general, and groped my way to the kitchen at boyfriends house. He had a cup of tea waiting for me, bless him. It didn't help at all.
I managed to wrap my hand around the mug and stared at the human shaped blob that was him, sniffed, and sat on the floor. I basically looked like a primeval caveman but with slightly less intelligence. They could make fire, I could just about make noise, but it was a horrific struggle none-the-less.
I was thus led up to the bed, and laid to rest, so I could gain control of my saliva glands, and my limbs, as they were unable to function due to the stupid number that was displayed on the clock.
I hate mornings.
Belated New Years Resolution: Be able to act like a civilised human being who can speak with words and sentences when woken up, and not resort to violence.
Farewell,
:)
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