My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That’s why when I speak my mind, I appear heartless and when I do what’s in my heart I seem thoughtless
“I really value my sleep”.
A motto I live my life by. In high school I would hit the hay at the tender hour of 9:30 p.m. in order to get my necessary nine hours. Four years later my life has come full circle and my bedtime has once again been moved to 9 p.m. After seeing what 10 p.m., 11 p.m. and sometimes 2 a.m. had to offer (during my unemployed days), I really do prefer to go down with the sun. For some of us, who live at home, it might be a shock to see that although your parents like to get in bed before the sun sets, they also like to get up before it rises. Really, what is going on at 5 a.m. that involves pots and pans that cannot be done at 7a.m? Is it really necessary to yell at the dog at 4:30 a.m? perhaps you could write him a nice quiet letter instead, and who knew my father had taken up marching? an activity that begins at 6 a.m.