Dakota

Matt and I will not be working today.

It was hard to gauge this morning when he told whether he was telling me this and annoyed at himself and or of us, or just of me. It was 9 when he said so. The original plan was to be there at 9. Well, that wasn't happening, but we could've been there by 10.

But Matt didn't want to. I don't know why, but he didn't.

So, we're not. But we'll be going back tomorrow. And that's fine, but I don't really want to go tomorrow. I didn't really want to go today. Still, when you're doing annoying work that you can't avoid, it's better to just keep doing it and getting it done and everything... So, instead, we get to be mopey all day and somehow remember what we were doing for tomorrow.

Matt says that we need to go to sleep early. 9 PM early. So we can get up like at 6 or something. And that's probably reasonable. I used to be able to go to high school on three hours or less. But high school was less physical, barely mental, and I slept in religion class.

Most recently, I've been entirely unwilling to leave the warm confines of the bed. It's warm there. I dream there. I can make up an entirely productive - and abstract - day thoroughly in my head and it seem completely legitimate. I have on many occasion, thought I had woken up before and learned that I really hadn't.

But I'm awake now. And boycotting every moment of it.