Ephemeral — eternal

I get the morning blues. When the alarm goes off and my watch says 06:something, I question the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. The odd early morning to catch a train or something is OK, but now I'm stuck with early mornings indefinitely. Everything I've done has had a less-than-three year perspective. Now I'm on a schedule indefinitely. No more working ten to two, skiing or going to the beach on a Wednesday, or playing Civ until the birds start singing again, no more getting done and moving on to new things next semester.

I guess that's OK. It's more challenging to have a real job — more sustainable having a paid occupation. But I have to get up in the morning...