Okay, unless apes are hibernators and nobody mentioned it, I must have evolved from bears. I thought it was dark out at 6 am, but let me tell you it is pitch black at 5, and not nearly as bright as it ought to be by 7. I didn't even start to wake up until 7:36 this morning. (After a 5 am bathroom stumble, which is how I know it's REALLY dark then.) My new sunrise alarm clocks better arrive soon, so I can get all my Christmas stuff done. I think I need a really big one -- one that will light up my whole house like Hiroshima.
At least it's not minus 5000 this morning (also known as 44). It was 54 degrees when I got up, so there's a better chance that I'll get dressed and get out and walk or something this morning. Of course it hasn't happened yet and won't while I'm laying in bed blogging about laying in bed, but it could. Guess I'll get up for the big weigh in. I pigged out last night, so maybe I'll be super skinny. Or super fat. RRRRRRRRRRR. 117 point frickin eight. Almost 118. Getting skinny is really hard. I may go back to colon cleansing just to feel better about my numbers for a couple of days. Or maybe I'll look into one of those diet drink products that decrease your appetite. But I think my problem is more that I need to work out and burn calories and get my muscle and metabolism back. Maybe some Red Bull (wings, you know) would do the trick? Bouncing off walls must burn calories. I'm not supposed to have caffeine (fibrocystic), but I'm not sure how else I'ma get my butt moving again. Wow this bed feels good. And I love my soft brown binkie. Wish I was a bear. Plus bears don't have to work, unless you're Smokey, or Yogi, or Boo Boo (hey, they don't just picknick at Jellystone, they're actors). Sadly, I do, so I'd better go. Plus the dog is pawing at the bed, which means he's about to move into a more annoying mode. Okay, now he's barking AND pawing. Better go.
Update: The gods must know I'm in hibernation mode -- it's raining. So of COURSE I can't walk NOW. I'd get wet. Duh.
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