Walking up early does strange things to my mind.

Here is my thought process at 6:30am the third day in a row of waking up that early:

This isn't worth the money. My body is confused and it's pitch black and I don't know why I willingly chose to do this. Was I insane?!
WAIT. I am never sleeping again.
Actually.
For some illogical reason involving Christmas and Fairleigh's coming to Boston on Monday, I can't sleep in this weekend.
And I am working this break.
And then I will go back to school and start doing work and have customs and I won't sleep.
And that will continue until graduation.
And then I'll become a part of the real world and have a 9-5 job and I'll have to get up this early EVERY DAY UNTIL RETIREMENT AND I WILL NEVER GET SLEEP EVER AGAIN.

And then somewhere between turning off my alarm and brushing my teeth I realized that was completely 100% ridiculous, and also false.

In other news, Hyperbole and a Half completely owns my soul. I dare you to read it without laughing. Seriously. It's amazing.