Me and my BF are going to this air show tomorrow. I have seen a small one and liked it. This one is a much bigger deal it sounds like. I’m excited to go and at the same time I’m not. Why oh why did it have to mean getting up at 5 in the morning?
Those that know me would more then likely ask “don’t you already get up at 7am?” Why yes, yes I do. But for some unknown reason those two little hours feel like a tragedy. I know I will sit and think fondly of my bed for the first fee hours of the day.
How pathetic does that make me?
Got a time of day that you just can’t seem to make work no matter what time you already wake? Let me know in the comments.