It used to be cute how grumpy I was in the morning

GOD IT'S EARLY.

OK so for normal people 8:50 isn't early. Its the time that they are already at work, halfway to work, or in the car on the way back from dropping their kids off at school. For yet another group of people this is bedtime. Of course those people have just worked the night shift and pretty much need the rest. I didn't work a night shift. In fact, I have never worked a night shift unless you count working to ten. I'm just not a morning person. In any capacity. Maybe one morning a month I'll be up before the sun all June Cleaver like, serving breakfast and smiling. The odds are probably less than that. Honestly, I think my boyfriend dreads waking me. He used to think it was cute how I was grumpy, but how long does that last for? Now its probably like... damn, I have to get Nina up. He's almost always up incredibly early. He says he can't sleep late and never sleeps past nine. I can count on my hands the times we've laid in bed until ten or eleven. It was nice, but I guess you can't be laying in bed with your lover all day every day. It would be nice but how would you get anything done? The only times he slept all day and it didn't matter were the times he was drunk/ hung over. I don't like to think about those times though. Its in the past. Dust to dust. Ashes to Ashes. Back to my morning darkness. Ha. That's kind of ironic. I'm in a dark mood and its because here I am awake, but sleepy, and waiting around for these people to deliver our washing machine. Its brand new and going to be a nice conveniance because we won't have to bring our clothes over to his parents or my parents. They said they'll deliver it between 9 and 1:30. What a huge window. I'm going to have breakfast and feed the kittnes. They are probably as starved for something to eat as I am, although their bowls are usually filled. Maybe the washer people are here. I hear something. But its not the doorbell.

Peace.