A Rebellious Morning.

Last night was a rough night. I couldn’t sleep. I was hot. I got tangled in my blanket and then it fell off the bed. And the other side of my pillow was never cold. And my alarm went off far too early.

So.

This morning, I’m feeling rather rebellious.

I’m not going to get dressed until noon. I’m going to spend an hour just doing my nails if I want to. And if I paint one hand and don’t feel like painting the other, I’m going to stop. I’m going to watch multiple episodes of The Office. I’m going to drink an entire french press of coffee by myself and if I want more when I’m done I’m going to make more. I’m going to each this dark chocolate for breakfast and, as a chaser, eat peanut butter right out of the jar. Yes, I’m going to double dip the spoon. No, I’m not showering. I'm going to yell at the internet when it stops working. I'm going to waste time on Pinterest. I’m going to read Emily Dickinson for as long as I want even though it’s not required for one single class. I’m going to draw something. I’m going to stalk my friends on facebook. I’m taking Hemmingway for a ride (my yellow Schwinn) in my pajamas. I’m going to pick up some fall leaves and the only use for my textbooks this morning will be to press my autumn treasures. I’m going to listen to Kid Cudi and JT and probably dance around just a little.

And then …

Noon will come.

And I’ll go to the library. And write my paper. And translate my Greek. And read my assignments.

But not now. Now, I’m feeling rebellious.