wasting away a sleepless moring

So it's 6 am. I'm having another morning where the silent, nonexistent, imaginary alarm woke me up at 415 and going back to sleep would only turn me into a zombie for the rest of the day. What is it about trying to sneak in one more REM cycle before you alarm actually goes off that dooms you to become the office's hot mess. SO instead I have decided to listen to my dogs snore, the neighborhood birds wake up, and watch the sunrise out my window behind me.

I was going to spend this morning being somewhat productive on a side project I've been working on. No reason to waste the twilight hours right?

Then, instead, I read a few cracked articles, caught up with Whitney, added to 2 of my burning man lists (more on that soon) and removed some of my follows from bloglovin. Sorry but my "pageview" and part of your follow count is actually just me skipping over your blog on my way to something I do care about. I figure I'm not helping either of us.

Now my actual alarm is getting ready to go off and I should start my morning routine... again trying to avoid hot mess status. Because the sun is up I figure I should get this 90 degree day started. Which is another thing I could rant about for a while... I thought I lived in a valley, what is with a week of 100ish temps. I'm tired of being hot and cranky, and even more tired of everyone else being hot and cranky. Now take a moment to realize that is coming from the girl who is willingly going to camp in the desert for a week in August.

But there is quite a difference you see... in the desert they embrace the hot mess!