This morning came far too early. I could barely keep my eyes open while putting my makeup on.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not a morning person. Or an afternoon person. Or night.
Just naps. Precious naps.
There really should be a job just involving naps, where I get paid for napping. So far, no luck on the job boards, but a girl can dream. Which happens during naps.
In other words, I’m tired. I can ramble. It’s my blog.