I woke up earlier than usual today, the rain beating hard against my windowpane, almost like hail.

Outside my room the darkness was complete, compact like black cloth, not even a shimmer of light in the shadows. Under the streetlights that pavement was wet, illuminated by the reflections of light in puddles and shallow streams of water moving towards lower ground. I had time for a short morning workout before eating breakfast, and for breakfast I had time to eat, something unusual lately when I've been waking up just a couple of hours short of lunch.

After calmly intaking my calories in peaceful silence I transcended the stairs and begun work on an assignment I should have handed in on Monday. I've been thinking of, starting work on, and doing other things instead of working on- this project for four days this week. I've watched movies. I've worked on the website. I've replied tediously to all email I receive and participated in many forms of contest Christmas calenders, among other things, yet this morning I finished the assignment, and it's not even 8 yet. Well, actually, I haven't revised and handed it in yet, but I wanted to post this first, because 8 feels somehow like a border of effectualness.

After 8 it's no longer very early in the morning. The darkness outside will slowly have started to drift away and make way for a dull and rainy (yet not completely lightless) day. Oh hell, it's 8:01 already, bummer. There the delightfulness of early morning achieval is blown to smithereens in a flash of early morning sunlight. ;) Anyway, time to hand this thing in and move on to the next one. Feels ackward ending this post with (but I will anyway, because it is a): Good Morning!