flossing the cat

Everyone knows that the world is divided into two kinds of people: Larks and Owls. Larks love the mornings. Every morning, at the ass crack of dawn, they pop out of bed like a bunch of smiley creepy jack-in-the-boxes, before going for a run around the village, or composing entire symphonies, or eating thousands of goji berries, or singing really chipper hymns of praise to the Sun Goddess, or whatever. Unlike me, larks don’t wake up every morning to a spectacular shit-pile of negative thoughts, which in my case, looks something like this:     At least when I’m in a nursing home I won’t have to do THIS   I’m so tired I must have got M.E.   Would it be possible or practical to install an oxygen cylinder in the bedroom?   If I don’t get up NOW, or at the very latest before the alarm clock says 7:28, something awful will happen.   I could probably gain an extra half hour’s sleep if I home educated.    I wish I was three. ...