I think by tomorrow I might be used to the fact that I have to get up so early for work...it always comes as a shock after the weekend. The problem is that by Thursday the tiredness of the week starts to set in, and it becomes more difficult to get up again. I think wednesday is the easiest weekday to get out of bed. I'm pretty sure.
This past weekend was filled with nice relaxingness. John came up and we had some fun...acted like true 80's weirdos at an 80's party. We did some exploring near massive radio towers, caught a fish, and did lots of chatting and so forth...exchanging of gifts, etc. I don't see John enough.
Anyway, I want a fish. Any helpful anecdotes on owning a fish?