last day

i haggled with HR so that i could come into the office at 10 instead of 9 and what happens? i'm up at 6frickin30.

crap.

this is after sleeping at 3.30, no less.

on the up side, i'm writing this at my desk at home, a desk i've not used in approximately icantevenrememberwhen. dad and i rearranged all the furniture in the room yesterday so the desk is at a nice, writing-conducive spot against the window. i now get a great view instead of being faced to a wall (man, runners at this time of the morning? madness). all in preparation of my unemploym - i mean - freelancing.

now to get used to the new bed arrangement - up against a wall instead of the window, sob - so that it doesn't take me hours to fall asleep and i don't get up before the damned sun.