Girl go to SLEEP! ft. lessons from night life, grad school, and strangers

I’m someone who makes getting up early a part of their personality— less in an LLC Twitter, early bird gets the worm type of way and more in a “If I have to speak to anyone in my first three hours of defrosting I will look, sound, and act like a deeply disgruntled toad” way. My sister and I have had a decade plus argument as to whether I qualify as a morning person. She claims morning people are nice to people in the morning, not just people who love being awake at that time. I claim I am not nice at all, at any time of day, and I need the morning to become someone who pretends like they are.1 I’ve been sleeping for the past seven days. Three (!!!) glorious mornings in a row, I slept until 9am (I am usually up at 4). Such gluttony came at the request of my mom, who said I sound more tired than she is (she has cancer lmfao). I’ve been so afraid to sleep. I watched a Nina Simone short documentary this evening and she remarked on having a team of nineteen. Nineteen livelihoods attached to

I’m someone who makes getting up early a part of their personality— less in an LLC Twitter, early bird gets the worm type of way and more in a “If I have to speak to anyone in my first three hours of defrosting I will look, sound, and act like a deeply disgruntled toad” way. My sister and I have had a decade plus argument as to whether I qualify as a morning person. She claims morning people are nice to people in the morning, not just people who love being awake at that time. I claim I am not nice at all, at any time of day, and I need the morning to become someone who pretends like they are.1