Hello.
It is literally 07:00 a.m.
and we're.
And we're fucking on the air, baby.
We're on the air.
Do you want to know how my morning started?
I will tell you.
I got up at 630.
For some reason, my body just wanted to be awake.
I go into the kitchen, I make a coffee, I come back into my room, I put it on my nightstand, and within 15 seconds of it being on my nightstand, I knock it over and it spills all over my carpet and my slippers and my electrical wires.
Anyway, so if my house happens to spontaneously combust, we can lead it back to the fact that I spilled coffee all over everything this morning, including electrical wires.
So super stoked and excited about that.
I do not know what has been possessing me to wake up so early recently, but I've been waking up so early and it's actually disgusting and scary.
I wake up at like 06:00 a.m.
every morning and I'm like, why am I ready for the day?
But I force myself to go back to sleep because I've come to the conclusion that waking up too early for no reason is actually bad.
It's like cost effective because you end up having nothing to do by 12:00 p.m.
and you end up taking a nap and it's just like, not necessary unless it is necessary because you have something to do that early.
But otherwise, I don't think it's worth it.
That is beside the point.