When I am upset or stressed, I wake up at 4 a.m. On a good night, I can fall back asleep. On a bad night, I lie there in bed awake, thinking about whatever has woken me up in the first place, until I go to the couch and watch mindless T.V., hoping to distract my mind and fall asleep again. The odd part is that it's always right around 4 a.m. Last night was one of those nights. The good news is that I fell asleep again. The bad news is that fucking bird is back.
4 A.M.
When I am upset or stressed, I wake up at 4 a.m. On a good night, I can fall back asleep. On a bad night, I lie there in bed…
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I think this sort of says it all:
http://xkcd.com/313/
I think this sort of says it all:
http://xkcd.com/313/
I tend to do a corporate breakfast about that time. Shot, dirty martini and a special sugar…wakes me right up and I just start working for the day. Cleaning up or what ever it is that needs to get done. You should try it.
I tend to do a corporate breakfast about that time. Shot, dirty martini and a special sugar…wakes me right up and I just start working for the day. Cleaning up or what ever it is that needs to get done. You should try it.
Millions of women wake up at 4am from time to time. It’s called the witching hour. You might want to get out of bed, journey into the woods, and commune with other witches.
I know it’s hard to find woods in Manhattan. And I don’t recommend Central Park at that time.
But I do think there is something spiritual or paranormal about that time. You are probably spot on to connect it to certain emotions…
DEpression is often related to needing EXpression: maybe sans woods and witches, you could blog, paint, or cook?
Or, paint with food then blog about it?
Change your last name to Pollock and throw drumsticks dripping with paint onto a canvas. Take a pic, upload it to the blog, and go back to bed! ♥ ♂ ▲ ♫ ☼
Millions of women wake up at 4am from time to time. It’s called the witching hour. You might want to get out of bed, journey into the woods, and commune with other witches.
I know it’s hard to find woods in Manhattan. And I don’t recommend Central Park at that time.
But I do think there is something spiritual or paranormal about that time. You are probably spot on to connect it to certain emotions…
DEpression is often related to needing EXpression: maybe sans woods and witches, you could blog, paint, or cook?
Or, paint with food then blog about it?
Change your last name to Pollock and throw drumsticks dripping with paint onto a canvas. Take a pic, upload it to the blog, and go back to bed! ♥ ♂ ▲ ♫ ☼