19 weeks of holidays have treated me well.
From my last paper to my last day of freedom (which ends today), i've gotten used to sleeping late, skipping breakfast and waking up way past lunch. But starting from tomorrow, i've to drag my lazy bones out of bed even before the birds start chirping.
So what if the early bird catches the worm. i'll rather be the worm and crawl back to bed.
Speaking of which. Its time to hit the bed and embrace the nasticity of working life.
