It’s 4am and I am wide awake and doing things. I figure there will be time for naps later, since I took the day off. Still, thanks body, for refusing to let the patriarchy control your biorhythms!
I think it was the taco dream that woke me up. I was reading through this book of taco recipes yesterday at work and thinking how good they would be, but talked myself out of Chipotle after work because my last meal there was kind of tasteless and forgettable. I want delicious fewds! I fixed something at home instead. But I now know that unfulfilled taco cravings will wake you up just as surely as repeat performances from their actual ingestion!
In my dream, I realize that the man I am flirting with is not only a talented yoga instructor, but also makes a mean guacamole. And he’s cute. And also, I know him already. And he wants to cook for me. And he doesn’t mind my garlic breath. Overwhelmed by this opportunity, I wake up sans yoga instructor, tacos, and guacamole.
Mornings are hard.