I went to bed last night at 10:30 sharp.
I’ve set my alarm for 6:00 every morning this week.
I’m eating oatmeal for breakfast in a bowl that I can flip completely upside down with nothing coming out.
My bed is already made for the day and, as far as I know, no ones parents are going to be in town.
And I’m going to the gym to run on the treadmill.
This is 22.