It's Late

And I'm still wide awake.

You know, working close shift at McDonalds has rewired my brain. I am still wide awake at 3, 4, 5 in the morning. Not a problem, no yawning, no sleepy-eyes, no lethargy, no nothing. But, when I make it to bed at one of those times, FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, do not attempt to wake me up before noon. I tend to be a bit viscious when woken before I'm prepared to wake. I throw things. And bite. And turn commonly-used, everyday phrases into swear-words that'll make you cower.

The problem here is that I have class at 8 a.m. Guess how many times I've made it to that? I'll have to be dropping it soon. My class at noon, however, is not a big deal, because I've known the teacher for three years, and she's cool as hell. So long as we make it one day a week, turn our stuff in, and do what she needs us to do, she's fine with it.

So, what do I do in these wee hours of the morning, you may wonder? Watch movies, hang out with friends (who are also closers), do laundry, clean house, mend clothes, work on costumes, buy groceries, and go shopping. Everything except send mail, because the post office is only open during the day.

And the only reason I'm ever awake in the mornings to go there (since class is in the afternoons) is if I'm still up from the night before.

Because, I'm still wide awake.