The other day I woke up at 6:30 am. Naturally. I pretty much just shot out of bed like a bolt. What followed later can only be described as natural cocaine. How does that happen as an adult? That waking up early actually fills you with positive energy instead of sending you into a murderous rage? I had paid all my bills, written an invoice and was ready to exercise well before 10am. I wanted to shout “high on life” to no one in particular, but I didn’t … because I’d want to slap the hell out of me.
Another reason to never grow up, kids.