is the hours.
It’s 2:30 pm and I don’t think I’ve fully woken up yet. This is frustrating because I have things to do, articles to write, rooms to clean. Yet all I can manage is to mope about with burning eyes and the stiff gate of an unmotivated zombie. Otherwise, my gig is envy-inducing. Doors to the most exclusive night clubs open for me like flowers on the first day of spring. Once inside, it’s like Never-Never Land, the circus and a pleasure cruise all combined for my delight. Hoorah.