I hate waking up at 7-8 in the morning.
When it's a weekday, I usually struggle out of bed at whatever time I woke up at, do a few chores (put out the garbage, checking my email, etc.), then go to work. When it's a weekend, I usually laze around for another hour, finally perform my morning absolutions and wander downstairs, do a few chores (checking my email, etc.). Afterwards, I frequently end up curling up on the couch and trying to go back to sleep. I usually figure that I should be doing something else - writing, playing video games, studying for my L1 exam, building a model, sketching, working, something - but somehow I can't get over the bend between thinking and action. Usually, if I do manage to get myself to actually do something, it feels empty and pointless. Sometimes, if I can actually move from moping to action, the fog fades away. But on weekends, it's like my body and mind just don't want to do anything. Usually, it's over by late afternoon. But sometimes the fog doesn't fade away, and the day is lost in a whirl of trying to do something, finishing the task, lying down on the couch and trying to get to sleep, finally getting up and trying to do something again...
If there's anything you could say that I really want in the mornings, I guess it would be to get out. Unfortunately, while the northwest is great for almost everything else, facing drizzle alongside fifty degree temperatures doesn't exactly get me going. And I want to do something, something that I don't have a name for. I want people, is part of it. All the silence doesn't help.
I wonder why I want interaction so badly, but when I get it, all I want is to run away.