rejectomorph | Another Morning

Twenty past five in the morning is no time to be awake in the month of June. At least not in the northern hemisphere. In the top part of the world (I think of Antarctica as a hat, and thus the southern hemisphere is the "top" of the world, and the northern hemisphere the "bottom" -- but no gay sexual inferences should be made from this) it is nice and dark at five o'clock in the morning this time of year. That's where I ought to be now. Alas, I'm in California, watching the sky turn pale, and about to be roasted in my sleep, once I actually get to sleep. Summer barely begun, I'm already at an August level of crankiness. If I fail to dream of icebergs, I'll be very disappointed.