It’s 6:51. That’s AM. I’ve been up for over an hour. I also didn’t really sleep last night. So when I say “up,” I mean only that I’ve been continuously vertical, in a purposeful fashion. And my eyes have been open, though consciousness is debatable. My feelings on the matter can be summed up in one word.
Will the bus please hurry up and arrive so I can sleep while going home? Pretty, pretty please?