Okay, so I got up this morning at 9:00. I hated myself for it, because the parade started at 8:00. I was just too tired to make myself get up out of my warm, comfortable bed. After all, when you aren't used to staying up until midnight reading (even during shows), you need your rest. But at nine, everyone else was up or gone, so I pulled my reluctant body away from the soft purple sheets. I went down the stairs, and to my surprise, my young siblings were watching a cartoon. I nearly snapped at them, but partly at myself for not waking at my pre-chosen hour.
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