Tuesday, November 16, 2004


Ever since I moved into Brooklyn in October, I promised myself that I would get up early and read the paper and get some stuff done. Have a morning "routine" as they quaintly call it.

Never been done. Not once.

And almost every night I go to sleep, thinking sincerely that tomorrow will be the day. The day that I don't shut off my two alarms. The day that I don't try to blame anything on carbon monoxide. And yet...

I've decided that this sort of attitude is contributing to a general negative feeling. Because even before my day has really started, I have already failed. But the funny thing is, I can't NOT plan to wake up early, even though this means sure failure. It's sort of a silly situation. In other words, I'm hopeless.

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