An Empty Day

Today is an Empty Day. I have nothing planned. I have nobody coming over. I have nothing I have to do. Except maybe eat.

It's a very nice day for an empty day. I wonder what I'll do with it?

This Morning Comes Today

My body seems to really hate six o'clock. I'm supposed to get up at six every day, and for some reason my body really prefers eight. It's happened more often than not now, I think, that every day I start at eight I've woken up at eight sharp, feeling refreshed and ready for a new day, and somehow having slept through my alarm ringing.

If I have to get up at eight, I feel fine. On the days I actually manage to get out of bed at six, my entire day is ruined, and I feel like crap. This despite the fact that I should be used to getting up at six-ish now, since I have to do that almost every day. It's funny, cause my circadian rhythm seems to be really sternly convinced that it's a bad idea.

What am I supposed to do?