Quiet Morning

It’s no secret I’m a morn­ing per­son. I’m usu­ally up at 6am with an outer edge around 8am. It’s some­thing I devel­oped in mid­dle and high school.

The thing is, I love the quiet. My life is bom­barded by noise from the tv, online, in my Twit­ter feed. And in the wee hours the world is silent, allow­ing me to relax and start my day off right.

The fact of the mat­ter is that I get up early the same rea­son a lot of pro­gram­mers work in the wee late hours. It’s undis­tracted time for me to work on tasks, catch up on the DVR, or just relax.

Last night was an exam­ple though of stay­ing up late AND get­ting up early. K and I went to SAK for a hys­ter­i­cal set of shows, and then went out with our good friend Rob to hang out and get a late night meal at IHOP. So right now I’m run­ning on four hours of sleep. And this is when I curse myself for being an early morn­ing per­son, though I am about to head out and spend time with my dad so I turn to my top secret answer to tired­ness: Red Bull.