Excuse Me, Mr. Morning

Please excuse the undefined tabs to the left of my post titles. They should say the date and time, but they are not working right now. Also, my home, about, and archive pages are all the same--I'm aware of this. I'm not sure if my search bar works either.

But that will be my next digital project for myself. I'll start working on the fine tuning of this layout soon. And if I can't figure it out, then I'll just change it. No harm done.

Do you want to know what I have to say? Probably not, but you are the one reading this, so it's your fault that you are forcing yourself to listen to me, sucker.

The truth is that I don't have much to say. Work is giving me lots of experience, and I'm grateful for it. I just hate working so early in the morning. I am a morning moron. That means that whenever Mr. Morning and I meet up, I become a moron. I don't know why exactly. I just can't think straight, I have trouble sitting up straight and focusing. I start daydreaming a lot, even straight-up real dreaming sometimes...it's like I lose my mind around him. Maybe I have a crush on Mr. Morning and I just don't know it. Girls lose their minds around the guys they like, right? Well, I hope that is not the case, because it wouldn't work out well at all. I am a night person, and Mr. Morning gets up far too early for my taste. Oh well.