10:20 AM: It is uncanny how jaded I am that I’ve woken up early that past several days and it has yet to have a positive impact. As if life owes me something for the effort. Seriously. When I find myself frustrated over this or that, I reflexively think, “but I woke up early today, wtf.” The thought is rarely a verbal one, as I tend to recognize the childishness, egocentricity, and absurdity of it before it has a chance to materialize from a feeling to phenomenological verbiage, but it’s there and it’s more frequent than I’d care to admit.
I’m fuckin tired.
