The hell's this shit?
I had a pleasantly dull weekend. I actually wasn't looking forward to it, but hiding my in apartment for two and a half days turned out fairly well for my mental well-being. Except for the problem that I woke up early. I mean, I was awake and moving around before 10 in the morning on both of the days off. I have never been able to do that! For my entire semi-adult life, I've always slept in at least an hour later the next day. Then today, I was awake half an hour before my alarm went off!
Out of context, this seems like this is a useful development in my life. Who doesn't want regular sleeping patterns? It's healthy, right?
In context, though, this makes me think, at some level, that I've become a functioning adult. Yikes.