I went to bed at seven this morning and woke up at two-thirty feeling, strangely enough, neither miserable nor pathetic. I loathe, loathe, loathe sleeping during the day. That is such an embarrassing cliché. But somehow today instead of feeling like crap I felt rather chipper and stuff. I even went outside while it was still light out. Yeah... got a haircut (had four inches lopped off), bought a graphic novel and a few comicbooks, et cetera. Weird huh?