Didn't really want to get up today, but I needed to do some laundry. I feel like I needed to get this done and then I can relax a bit. Doing laundry early means I don't have to deal with it at the last moment and possibly throwing myself all over the place to get crap done. Didn't even wait for the alarm to go off this morning. Damn. Then again I was in bed my midnight. How I hate beating myself to the punch. Who you supposed to hating on?
Hating on oneself seems a bit futile. It's not like you can punch yourself in the face. Well you could, but that's stupid. Could you press charges against yourself? I bet that'd be something. Take that to trial. You'd have to simultaneously defend and prosecute yourself. Ah duality. It keeps the world in conflict, and the people with rage against themselves. Sorta like Darth Vader, but zero force powers, lightsaber, or Deathstar. If you can't have the cool stuff that comes with being Vader, why bother with the hate? Let go of your anger.
My lesson for this early morning. Nothing beats freshly washed and dried pairs of undies. Make them so fresh, you have to slap them before you put them on for being so damn cheeky. Also smiling helps me out a whole lot. Not forced smiles. Being able to laugh and help others laugh makes me feel good. Much love and blessings to all, and I pray things go smoothly for y'all.