So, waking up at five in the morning is not an exciting prospect for me. I donno about the rest of the universe, but I think that the appropriate time to wake up should be sometime after the majority of businesses open. Not before.
But...in just another day. Five in the morning it is. And my hopeful silver lining for this miserable event was that I'd be able to get some work in on the novel I'm writing. But...silly me.
Apparently my brain doesn't function at five in the morning, with or without sleep. And coffee can only do so much to jumpstart this lump of gray matter. So, I get to think about writing. And this proves to be so difficult that I forget what is happening in the story. The one I'm writing.
Argh. Mornings and I don't like each other.