when your body decides at 8:30 p.m. that it’s had enough of all this nonsense and goes to sleep of its own accord, the only sane and logical thing is to wake up at 4:30 in the morning all refreshed and perky ready to tackle the day.

so that’s what we did, me and my body. thus far we’ve had a delicious breakfast featuring l’eggo my e’ggos with peanut butter and two cups of coffee, showered and brushed our teeth, sent an e-mail stating that we will, in fact, be working from home today, done the dishes, and shook our booty to the beastie boys’ “ill communication.”

you will, however, notice that none of the aforementioned tasks included working on our short story.

that is all.