Well... I can honestly say I have not felt this way since high school.
Seriously? Waking up at 5 instead of 6 and wondering why my alarm didn't go off. But I probably am more rested now than I would have been if I had stayed in bed and gone back to sleep. Funny how that works.
Tomorrow is August. Everything happens in August. Or at least it seems that way. And tomorrow it is finally here! To think I was counting down from 50 and now I am almost done!
It is amazing how time flies.
It never used to fly, it just went along, doing it's own thing, sometimes quickly sometimes so slow I thought I would die. But since my birthday, I feel time going, slipping by. I just want to be productive and make each moment count. That is probably why I get so frustrated with myself. I don't always participate in productive activities. Unless sitting on my bum watching the boob tube counts as productive ( it rarely does).
Since I'm up early I guess I could get my food ready for the day, very productive.
